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thenightmarketofdathomir · 16 days

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" I need three full days" had me 👀💦 mountain man take me by the hand! 😂

Oh my gosh and feral, the way you write him with that very natural rizz. I love it so much.

And maul. The way you write him is so deliciously dark and tempting. ❤️❤️❤️

I just hold my phone and swoon every time I read your work.

Compliments aren't necessary to get more work out of me, but occasionally it can be quite effective. Thanks for this.

A couple of scenarios I've thought about maybe a bit too much:

Three Brothers/Three Dates Pairings: Feral x Reader (gn), Savage Opress x Reader (gn), Maul x Reader (f!) Rating: Mature Warnings: Sexually suggestive/nothing explicit

Feral: Tell him something is forbidden and he'll make it his prerogative to investigate. He's not afraid to show you the former Nightsister Lair (boarded over), the broken altar (definitely off-limits), and the ring of tombs belonging to the former Mothers (decidedly not on the tourist brochure.) Says he'll keep you safe from the dark things that dwell beneath the mountain when he spreads out a romantic picnic, the light from the pools of ichor painting everything grey and green. Glow worms cling to the ceiling in the caves. It's quiet. It's private. It's just you two, alone in a place where only the bravest Nightbrothers bring their paramours for a little light necking. You nestle closer, certain he'll protect you, and you never mention a thing when he threads his fingers through yours -- even if they're sweating a little.

Savage: All about reviving Nightbrother culture in the aftermath of Maul's return. Traditionalist. Book of Shadows Thumper. Set on reclaiming everything that was lost "so that younger generations can learn from what we've endured." Knows every inch of Dathomir from the Dreaming River to the Whispering Caverns, up to the highest peaks where Gorgara once nested. Loves a stroll through places most treacherous -- the highest gorges, the steepest canyons -- mostly because he enjoys the feeling of your body pressed to his, breathless and dizzy from the view as you clutch at him. Savage likes holding your hand and helping you across the stones and broken trees that litter the forests, showing you the parts of his people's history that are still thriving despite all odds. It's part of him -- he says its transformative, and there's something magical in the way his firebright gaze catches the Domir's rays, overlooking it all with his arm around your waist. He sees Dathomir's potential. He believes in it with a fervour, and it's catching, because you can almost see his vision when he points out where he'll build your house someday -- right there in the valley of those mountains -- with his own two hands.

Maul: Has never been one for public displays, but like the shadow he is, the glide of his body around yours from engagement to conversation is a dance that leaves you dizzied with yearning for him -- and there's no question to whom you belong: he's never far, circling you like a binary star as the night's revels turn to enticements beyond the dining and the music and conversation. The syndicate presence on Dathomir offers many diversions, and it's not all work as one would have you believe. Evenings are for revelry as much as they are making new business dealings, enjoying the spoils of your efforts across the galaxy in secrecy. And he is the perfect consort: swathed in black fineries that reveal his Nightbrother markings. Long robes and a trim waist, and you are dressed to match him -- a subconscious effort to claim your place at his side, perhaps, but it's his penumbral presence that really stakes a claim. Those small gestures and possessive touches to your elbow, your shoulder, the small of your back as the night falls over the mountains are the most telling -- leaving you firebright with wanting when the graze of fingertips across your palm turn teasing, his breath on the back of your neck, his murmured promises for later when you'll be alone with him once more. No one dares interrupt your private tete a tetes between flutes of champagne, and yet everyone notices the way his gaze smoulders when he watches you take little sips of that sparkling liquid -- as if he knows intimately the feeling of such a tender press of flesh to something so cold and unyielding.

#if Feral's palms are sweating it's because of you.#get it? see what I did there? yup.#feral opress #feral opress x reader #feral orpess x you #feral (star wars)#feral (star wars) x reader #darth maul #savage opress #darth maul x reader #savage opress x reader #darth maul x you #maul x you #maul x reader

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lilac-hecox · 4 months

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Is it too early to ask for an ianthony mistletoe story 😭

For the sake of transparency I got this ask in October so it was too early, but now it is not!

Merry Christmas, Smoshblr!

Ian/Anthony - Ianthony - Mistletoe

Despite being the owners of Smosh, Ian and Anthony had very little to do with the set-up for the holiday company party. They approved ideas, of course, approved expenses, Anthony insisted on a photobooth, but beyond that, they trusted the staff around them to pull off a great party.

Mostly, the Smosh crew did just that. The venue was lively and filled with games and the photo booth Anthony wanted. There were gift bags being given away, an open bar, good food, and it made Ian proud to stand at the front of the room and see all his friends and employees having fun and thriving.

Anthony slides up to Ian’s side and bumps his shoulder against Ian’s gently.

“Pretty cool party, huh?”

Ian looks at Anthony and gives him a smile. It’s hard not to. Sometimes Ian still feels like pinching himself to make sure this is all real, that Anthony is back, and they own Smosh, and somewhere along the lines of their lives, fate has righted the way things were always meant to be. Anthony’s eyes are soft and warm and tell Ian that he’s feeling exactly the same thing right now.

“Really cool. The crew did a great job.”

“They did, so stop standing against the wall and come and have a shot with me,” Anthony says, laying his hand on Ian’s arm.

Before either of them can make it to the bar, Erin and Heidi are in front of them. Erin has a polaroid camera in her hands, and she grins at them in a way that just screams trouble.

“Okay, Smosh Dads we got you,” Erin says plainly, but she’s smirking at them.

“Got us?” Anthony asks with a nervous giggle.

Erin doesn’t say anything, but she points upwards to the ceiling. There tacked above the spot where Ian and Anthony happen to be standing is a sprig of mistletoe.

“Haven’t we as a society moved passed the concept of mistletoe?” Ian asks.

“Yeah, pretty toxic behavior, Erin,” Anthony teases.

“Shut up, it’s just for fun. We have a ‘Kiss Board’ near the bathrooms with all the kisses we’ve caught,” Erin says. She lifts the camera, “So…”

“I am not kissing Ian,” Anthony says.

“It wouldn’t be the first time!” Erin argues.

“Wait,” Ian says, “you’re making other people kiss?”

Erin rolls her eyes and Heidi hands over a stack of polaroids she had been carrying, giving them to Erin.

“Well, no, see that would be problematic. We’re offering the chance, the potential to kiss, you know, with a tiny bit of peer pressure and loosening the definition for what a ‘kiss’ means,” Erin says.

“Just for tonight,” Heidi adds. Erin nods in agreement.

One of the pictures on top is Amanda planting a huge and wet kiss on Angela’s cheek. Another shows Chanse kissing Shayne on his forehead.

“Of course, we need our dads to kiss. It’s Christmas after all.”

“Christmas is still like a week away,” Ian argues.

Erin opens her mouth, but then Heidi is nudging her with her elbow to Erin’s side.

“Tommy and Spencer are under the mistletoe over there!”

Erin whips around and the two make a beeline for the men. Anthony watches, shaking his head. He glances at Ian and Ian doesn’t think it’s in his imagination that Anthony’s cheeks are a soft pink.

“So, let’s just not mention this whole kiss board thing to HR, what do you say?” Anthony says.

Ian nods, “Agreed. How about that drink now?”

Anthony nods and then he and Ian move towards the bar, but Ian can’t help but watch from a distance as Erin snaps a picture of Tommy and Spencer. Tommy’s arms are wrapped loosely around Spencer’s waist because Tommy is pleasantly tipsy and Spencer is giggling, and Erin is laughing and shouting about how they’re supposed to be kissing and not just posing together.

He sees the moment that Spencer sticks out his lips exaggeratedly and then Tommy rolls his eyes and quickly pecks Spencer on the lips as Erin snaps a picture of them, and then the whole group breaks into giggles.

Anthony orders them two shots of tequila from the bar and the bartender is quick, bringing them to the counter with a nod. Anthony thanks the man and slips a folded bill into his tip jar with a nod before he picks up his drink, Ian doing the same.

The two of them clink their glasses together in a ‘cheers’ before sipping at the way too strong shot.

“Oof,” Ian says.

Anthony makes a face. “Yeah, I don’t remember the last time I’ve drunk tequila.”

They finish their shots and Ian is only vaguely aware that in their position near the bar, there is no mistletoe to be found. For some reason, he has a strange mix of both relief and disappointment forming in his stomach.

“Okay,” Anthony says with a bright grin, “I have one more best friend request.”

“Let’s hear it,” Ian says.

“I want to take a picture with you in the photo booth.”

Ian grins, his face and stomach feeling warm already from the shot.

“Alright, that’s fair.”

Then Anthony tugs Ian excitedly over towards the photo booth set up near the display of different arcade games. Ian can see a group of cast and crew members gathered around the punching machine, hollering, and cheering for one another.

Anthony pulls back the black velvet curtain of the photo booth, letting Ian slip inside the narrow space of the booth first with Anthony following. They sit together side by side, thighs and elbows touching as Anthony sorts through the options on the machine.

“We don’t need anything fancy,” Anthony says.

Ian smiles and then he glances upwards and snorts, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“What?” Anthony says, a laugh already forming on his face.

Ian points upwards and then Anthony looks up and they both see the sprig of mistletoe that someone – mostly likely Erin and Heidi – taped to the ceiling of the booth.

Anthony laughs, his face reddening in the process.

“Well, thank god no one is in here to hold us accountable for that, huh?”

Ian lets out a giggle and nods, his own face getting red. “Yeah, man.”

“Okay, so poses. Why don’t we do one normal one and then the rest can be stupid?” Anthony suggests.

Ian nods. “Sounds good to me.”

Anthony presses the button on the machine and the screen shifts to show the two of them along with a timer counting down from 10. Anthony poses cutely next to Ian’s face and Ian shifts between a legitimate smile and a blank faced stare.

“Ian! This is our normal one,” Anthony says with a laugh.

“This is my normal face,” Ian says blankly, which only makes Anthony laugh.

Anthony manages to school his expression back into the cute pose as the timer hits 0 and it snaps a picture of the two of them. The next one they both pull a stupid face and there is something fun and freeing about doing this with Anthony, doing this for the sake of them, for their friendship, because they want to be together and have a memento from this night and moment together.

“This one, what if it looks like you’re sucking my dick?” Anthony says with a laugh.

“What?” Ian giggles, “fuck you, you suck my dick.”

“Oh, come on, Ian. It’ll be really funny.”

The timer ticks down and Ian rolls his eyes, but then he leans just enough and opens his mouth to give the implication that he might be sucking Anthony’s dick in the photo booth.

Anthony is laughing hard enough to wheeze, and the machine is urging them to prepare for the last photo of their set. Ian looks at his best friend, the curls that hang in his face, his cheeks red, how happy he is and how happy Ian feels because they are together again.

“Anthony,” Ian says.

“Yeah?” Anthony asks, wiping his eyes.

“Maybe we should do our last one as a…kiss or something?”

“What?” Anthony says, “you’re fucking with me.”

Ian shrugs, his heart speeding up. What is he doing? He shrugs.

“I mean, the mistletoe is in here after all.”

Anthony looks at him seriously, blinking, before his tongue sweeps across his bottom lip.

“You want to?”

Ian shrugs again, but inside, he knows he does.

“Doesn’t have to be for the kiss board. It can just be for us.”

A fond smile spreads across Anthony’s face. He leans forward and presses the glowing button to indicate that the two of them are ready for the final photo in their set.

The timer begins to countdown from 10.

Anthony turns so he’s facing Ian. Their eyes are meeting, and Ian can’t bring himself to look away. Anthony leans in just a little and he cups Ian’s cheek gently and soft. Ian has no idea what the timer is on, but he leans in, meets Anthony half-way in the small space, and presses his lips to Anthony’s.

Their kiss is sweet and simple and fills Ian with a warmth he can’t even begin to describe or understand.

Distantly, he’s aware of the flash going off but he’s too focused on Anthony’s warm fingers cradling his jaw, and their lips pressed together.

It all ends too soon. Anthony pulling back and slowly lowering his hand from Ian’s face. They look at each other, and there are years of past, present, and future strung out between them. There’s a decision, a choice, and Ian was brave once, brave when it mattered, and it got him Smosh and Anthony back.

He summons that bravery again and leans in to fist a hand in Anthony’s dumb Christmas sweater and pull his face close so he can kiss him again. No posing, no cameras, just them.

#ianthony #smoshships #polysmosh #my fics #my writing #christmas fluff #mistletoe #christmas party #fic requests #fic prompts #fan fiction #fan fic #fanfic

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bengiyo · 1 year

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My School President Ep 12 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Most of the week I was actually ready to finish this show and begin anticipating its impacts. Now I just know I'm going to miss these losers.

Last week, Chinzhilla lost Hot Wave, and we spent the episode watching them grapple with yet another defeat: this time on the biggest stage yet. They decided to go back to the beach to honor their wishes, and we watched the group tear apart at the seams. Still, Yak came through with some perspective, Tiwson with some food, and Tinn with the final performance for the band at prom. Tinn's mom is aware of his relationship with Gun, but is trying to be a good mom and keep her anxieties to herself and her husband.

Oh right, we're picking up with Tinn's mom asking Tinn directly about Gun.

Not them cutting between both moms! Don't make me compare them!

Fine, let's compare. Tinn and Potjanee have this huge wall between them in their relationship that seems founded entirely on her expectations of Tinn. It's hard for well-behaved children to be open with their parents when they've thrived so long on praise for meeting those expectations. On the other hand, Gun and Gim have struggled and lost a lot together, and so much of their relationship is about Gim not letting Gun give up on his dreams. So, of course Gun can tell his mom about Tinn and it mostly be a formality and yet another excuse for them to hug and reassure each other.

I do feel for Potjanee. Seeing your son scared because you might ask about the person he cares about can't feel good, and there's no obvious way of fixing it at this point. However you've raised him has convinced him that he can't trust you with this. That's actually just so sad.

I get these two agreeing to continue as they are. The reality that some of your families won't accept you is unfortunately a norm for many viewers.

This Canon ad is cute, but anyone on the school network can access this printer???

The boyfriend era is fun.

Tiwson said you will absolutely give him his flowers.

The homophobia creeping at the edges is an unfortunate reminder of my own adolescence. I do like that the show is highlighting that it impacts queer girls too.

Irritated, jealous Gun is so demanding.

A tandem bike! My goodness.

Oh, I like them sliding in cute boyfriend kisses first. That's such a good choice, because they've actually been together for a while.

Phat, we're asking about juniors now??? I've been asking about this for like six episodes!

I really think we as a global society should stop taking pictures and videos of people on the streets and using them as content. What sucks so much about this is that Gun is finally willing to be openly affectionate with Tinn. He decides to kiss his boyfriend on their date, and now someone is going to take that joy from them. It's not like they were hooking up in the park, and yet here we are.

I love Chinzhilla with my whole heart.

Kajorn saying he quits if they're not on the same page, and Gun coming behind to say he already used the same lie Tiwson suggested...but Tinn doesn't want to lie anymore....set to a sad piano version of Let Me Tell You...oof.

Not Gun using Tinn's nose suggestion to keep from crying in the rain.

Best Boy Tinn is not gonna let this pull them apart. Interesting that we just saw Fourth and Gemini hug tightly in Moonlight Chicken. Gemini places arm in a similar way here, too.

I'm installing an EMP on every queer so that we can demolish people's phones when they record us.

Very much enjoying Sound and Win in the finale. I will miss all of Chinzhilla. I hope they appear in the Our Skyy 2 episode.

See, and this is why I never turned on Potjanee. I know some of y'all feel some kinda way about her, but here we are. These boys have not even been out for 24 hours and the shit is already piling. She asks, "Why aren't other people as kind as the characters in the series we watched?" Good question, ma'am. Our lives are not fictional, and we face the horrors daily. It's the dad saying, "We can't force other people, honey. It's down to us whether we're as kind to our son as those in the series." I see they learned Uncle Tong's lesson. Now go stand beside your son.

Not Tinn whispering the name order thing to Gun and Gun immediately asserting that his name is first!!

Having adults you trust being casually homophobic is so damaging.

Gemini has a fantastic eye roll. We saw it on episode 5 of Moonlight Chicken, too.

KAJORN!!!! COME THROUGH, BABY BOY! HIT AGAIN! HIT HIM FOR ME, TOO!!

What did I say?? Don't you ever lay hands on someone else's child! I SEE YOU, POTJANEE! YOU ARE INVITED TO BRUNCH!!

And this is how you make it right with your son. You show him he can trust you by standing in front of those who would make him feel lesser.

Okay, I like the outfits Chinzhilla picked!

They're playing You Got Ma Back. 😭 I love them so much.

Now they're doing Come Closer! I do love Ford's voice.

Oh I love Rock & Star as a song from Gun to Tinn.

I love getting Tinn back on stage again.

POTJANEE!!!!

I'm gonna need Gun to stop looking at Tinn's lips!

I'm so glad Gun got into a program he wanted. I can't take any more losses for this boy.

And here I was living in a world without Texas Chicken ads.

Oh, Sound and Win. I'm going to miss your dynamic. Look at Winny and Satang giving two solid kisses.

Poor Phat. Yo dropped him so fast.

Tinn and Gun are so cheesy. I love them.

Not me crying over Chinzhilla again!

I like the notes for their juniors and not showing any actors. It would lead to the wrong kind of speculation, and this lets GMMTV pick up this setting again any way they want.

Not @respectthepetty getting into my head about Gun's blue socks and Tinn's red shirt when he formally meets Tinn's parents.

I love Tinn's dad. He's embarrassing in only the way a loving father could be. He's also constantly rooting for Tinn.

We get 'eating' jokes and a sweet kiss in bed to close out the series. I'm good.

And they verse? We love to see it.

Wow. Just amazing. I loved this show.

Final Verdict: 10, Highly Recommended. I've been in queer media since I was a teen almost 20 years ago. I have experienced a lot of wins and losses as a viewer of BL. In so many ways this show healed any gripes I had with early productions like Lovesick, Make It Right, etc. This show is damn-near perfect. It's so heartwarming. I loved all of this. It's a show about a bunch of losers trying to help each other, and there's nothing more beautiful than that. We now have my new default recommendation for people curious about BL after coming off something sweet in the West.

#my school president meta #my school president #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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thewriterowl · 1 year

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More dark din head canon? I kinda missed ut

I love Dark Din Content! I've needed to sit back and think about this because I haven't touched it in a while...I need to get back to my horrible, feral roots of making everything terrible with this.

So, let's see...what about Dark Din who doesn't fall for Luke at first? Like how I was tempted to do with Blooms but it didn't quite go to the level of Dark I wanted cause I felt like it wouldn't have matched the story to that point and wouldn't have been fair to Luke/Readers/The Plot?

I've considered doing another multi-chapter story of where Din is like a dark (but still good) king of Mandalore and he has to work together with a Force-user to rescue Grogu...but he makes it clear he hates this guy and would gut him if he could except he needs him. Luke is just vibing along as normal. Then he just makes things click in Din's head of "oh, I can never let him leave me"--like now it's a Blooms meets Little Bird type of situation

Once in love, Din would be feral over Luke. He would plot to keep Luke trapped on Mandalore. There would be an unspoken law that Luke Skywalker can never leave the world or there would be absolute hell to pay.

Luke would just be going about enjoying his time, thinking all of this is temporary, and wow it is weird his ship keeps having trouble, and he'll be sad to leave but he needs to do stuff and this family needs time to themselves, and Mandalorians still don't like Force-users...all the while there is a marriage being plotted and he has no idea.

Now, the things this Dark Din does:

-slowly begins to replace the few pieces of clothing Luke has with prettier and things of better quality. It starts off with just tunics and pants that are more like gifts and to help him fit in and have things that are just nicer in general. But then they become prettier, more feminine, and something that just common civilians of Mandalore would wear...even better than Clan Leaders or noblemen would have.

-is trying to slowly erase his connections, as few as they may be, to anything outside of Mandalorian space. No one really needed to know of Luke Skywalker and he did not need any reason to ever try to leave.

-tries to spoil Luke rotten; wants most everything Luke owns to be something he provided for him. He wants everything to make Luke think of him and as a reminder to others and Luke himself that this is all Din's. Din did this. Din provided for him. It was all Din and everyone needs to be aware of this.

-Luke has mostly free reign of the palace but cannot set foot outside without explicit permission from Din only and needs to be accompanied by someone. It seems over the top but he doesn't have much argument. This wasn't his homewold and things got a bit...messy and now he was potentially a target of enemies. But it still felt a bit overbearing.

-does have Luke followed and will try to be the one who follows him if possible. He normally can't, cause he's king and all that, but that doesn't stop him. He gifts Luke a cute little droid as a pet (Artoo hisses at it) that rides Luke's shoulder/head or floats next to him and gives Din all sorts of updates and live feed (he is a creep, but this is dark Din and we can go all out)

-has warned Luke that there are consequences to actions. he will be very lenient with Luke and most things but in regards to his safety, things are non-negotiable and he needs to listen and follow instructions (it takes time but eventually spanking is brought in)

Honestly, my brain is just bringing up delicious lead up to one of my favorite dark Din dinluke stories of Ni Ceta Ni Alor by @aureutr--cause can you imagine the slow breakdown of Din's sanity and his need to own, protect, and control Luke. The lead up to where we get to in that story.

Because I adore stories of Din already the victor, of him already losing his mind and heart to the darkness and succeeding where Anakin didn't--I love that SO much. But I also thrive on the build up, of how did he get his victory and how did he lose himself to the Darkness to the point Luke was swept up as well?

Ugh, love it so much

#owl inbox #dinluke #dark din djarin

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wtpb-rcp · 3 months

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You know what, fuck y'all *yeets Murder Drones AU into your dash*

Ima copy paste the blurb I once posted in a Murder Drones subreddit. Price Series is the name of MD!Poli btw...at least his current one.

Brought to you by Price Series (yep, that's his name...blame his parents)

"If you are familiar with Worker Drones, Copper-9, Disassembly Drones, and something about a core exploding, then I don't need to educate you on that side of history. But if you need to and you're living under a rock...no offense...then I'll summarize it.

"We are worker drones: robots used to mine exoplanets and be humanity's pets and workers, mostly for JCJenson IN SPAAAAACE! (TM). But when the core of Copper-9, our exoplanet, exploded...well...only we drones are left, plus robotic pets, plus perfectly intact houses...you get the point. We build our own homes here, made our own families, and find love! No, Mister Wilson, there is no such thing as human zombies. The temperature is too frozen for their bodies to move on their own. Now sit down, please.

"The Disassembly Drones (we found out about their names via an interview with someone we capture...trust me, we'll get to that one later) appeared because our parent company hates the concept of free will. We fell into a dark age where we live in fear of them...until someone came to save us all.

"His name is our great founder Ricky, Ricky Julius. This bastard is a genius, using his laser guns and snow-friendly boots to chase off the disassembly drones and bring peace to our town once again. This is where the golden age of technology and safety ensued.

"He set up a program—along with most other things like politics, building security departments like what we're inside right now, and more—and this program is special. It was like the human military where every boy drone wants to get in, because this program gives them augmentations and alterations to their body parts, making them effective Murder Drone Murderers and Worker Drone Rescuers: Resistance Drones.

"Resistance Drones is a special type of drone, as you can see in our slideshow (Sorry I didn't actually show its visualization). Besides their cylindrical arm structure, detachable tails that can change length, and a special target-locking program, they have the ability to detect things from far away using radars, detach their body parts—yes, even the head—have acid-immune metal parts and acid-secreting claws and mouth, and have a cloaking program that can be used for shapeshifting. Their main weaknesses are said cloaking being detected via infrared, their lack of flight, and their lack of regeneration. Still, their acid and body detaching helped with taking down Disassembly Drones. Ever since then, we have killed off eight of those murderers, with two from separate squads retreating somewhere.

"But unexpectedly, they rebelled. Something about someone sneaking in some sort of virus in them while they're on shutdown. After the Golden Age came the Second Dark Age after a few years, to say. Lead by a vicious Resistance Serial"Ar", also known as Arson, our town almost fell into his iron fist. But like what happened to the first dark ages, someone stepped up like Ricky did...except that she did something different.

"Her name is Orpah Loid, and she has "special" programming that can make her manipulate things to her liking. The rescue drones were intimidated by her like how the murder drones were by Ricky...except that this time, they hid and they made sure that they won't show themselves to Cluster-4, this place we thrive in, except for some rare scenarios. After this, she never appeared, leaving her two sons at the mercy of an adoption center—yes, her eldest was formerly a girl, deal with it...now you're becoming creepy! Sit down, Miss Chair, or else I'll call your dad!

"Now today, we're pretty much in a state like the Golden Age, albeit with stricter security, more idiots running in the departments, and lesser threats despite the absence of the significant thing that made the Golden Age iconic...if not controversial...

"Yeah...let's continue on: THE WEAPONS CONVENTION!"

---

As Price left the room and the newbies to their own devices until the one actually handling them comes, greeting some passerby drone as he walked pass by the metallic but welcoming interior of the organized mess of a hallway. He then see a drone with dark red hair tucked under his large ushanka, waving at him with his apple red eyes showing impression. "Goddamn that's some good lecture you got there, Poli."

Price sighed as he said, "I told you to not call me 'Poli' over a stupid joke that befallen me ages ago, Rhode!"

"Hey, that was a funny joke!" Rhode interjected.

"Was your processor fried again?!"

"Hey!"

Both laughed as Rhode approached price and messed with his synthetic, royal blue hair. If drones can smell, the odor of hair dye lingered in the area. "Look at you, rising up the ranks of the security department."

"Couldn't have said more, you know," Price smiled as he tucked his hands into his hoodie pockets. He removed one and touched the star-like badge on his left chest, its silver shade pairing up nicely with his baby blue outfit. "So, where do you want to dine in?"

"Maybe in that newly-opened battery restaurant?"

"Anything but a battery restaurant," Price groaned. "We have a kid at home and someone who will offended to see her friends get addicted to that stuff!"

"So what should we even eat? Nails? Screws? Oil?" Rhode made a disgusted face with that. "We ain't murder drones, dude."

"I've heard someone having a controversial but good-looking dish incorporating the oil of 'retired' cattledrones," Price declared. "And for some reason...I really want to try that..."

Rhode silently gasped as he saw Price's teeth briefly shift into sharper fangs before he decided to exclaim, "We're here in the importing sector now!" Rhode was glad that Price got distracted by his voice.

"And now we w-" Price dropped his jaw at the sight of what was being held in place at the center of the sector. It was a large crate as large as a car, and by the strain it was putting into the vehicle being used to keep it stable, it was damn heavy.

Price then felt some buzzing from his pockets and he checked it out to be from a number he knew. He smiled and answered, "Hey Amy! How's the kid doin' in our place?"

"Surprisingly great!" The voice of a female rang through. "He's still downcast from the fact that his brother is no longer...alive...but he is carrying it through."

"Ah. Alright, we're busy here. Bye."

Meanwhile, Amy looked with nervousness with the way Henry speedread through her books, two books all at once. She then shrugged and said to herself, "He's a genius."

On the other hand, Henry's eyes are locked onto various keywords, his visor glitching quite a bit.

#(in)security #robocar poli #robocar poli au #rcp-stuff #hmmm #murder drones #although there is no N here unfortunately...

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blueteller · 2 years

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"To eat your cake and still have it" – Mary Sues VS Misunderstood MCs

I started wondering about something recently. Namely, why isn't Cale Henituse a Mary Sue?

"Gasp! But Blue Teller!" – you say. "How could you possibly accuse Cale of being a Mary Sue?! No one would dare say such a thing!" Just, hear me out for a moment.

While people's opinions vary on what exactly a "Mary Sue" is, I think most of use have the basics down: it's basically the type of protagonist you see in badly written fiction (commonly fanfiction specifically) – usually female, but can be male as well (although it's rarer to see male characters openly condemned by the audience for being Over-Powered and One-Dimensional due to stereotypes). Male counterpart is sometimes called "Gary Stue", but I'll keep using MS for simplicity.

MS is perfect, doesn't have flaws – or at least any "real" flaws, for example she's allowed to be "clumsy" or have "low self-esteem" because those traits still make her attractive. She is gifted, talented, beautiful (although she's mostly unaware of it) and everything goes right for her. Everybody adores her and she is objectively The Best. Anyone who disagrees with her is the Bag Guy. Often the object of romantic interest for many, MANY people around her, because of course everybody is attracted to Mary Sue! She's allowed to have a tragic backstory, but within the story itself she rarely experiences any hardships or failures. The world itself seems to be only interested in her alone, even reality bends in order for her to be successful.

You know, that type of character.

So now you might be thinking: doesn't that sound suspiciously close to a certain favorite red-head of ours??

So we go back to the main question – how is Cale not a MS?? Because most of the typical MS traits I pointed out seem to be true for him! Even how he has very few "real" flaws, but those usually make him only more attractive!

Not all of the things I described MS with line up with Cale, obviously; he experiences failure, both past and present, and he suffers a lot. More importantly, Cale is by no means a badly-written character.

MS is a typical Good Protagonist. Her intentions are pure, or at least mostly. We take it at face value that she's In The Right, or at least we're supposed to. Cale is more morally complex than a typical Good Protagonist from the get go, but that's not what makes him different: it's the fact that he acknowledges the complexities of morality. He doesn't simply seperate people by them being "good" and "bad". Everybody has their own goals and interests, including Cale. Just because other people's opinions don't align with him 100% doesn't make them his enemies. He is also often biased, or even wrong.

We are set up to root for him, obviously, but he's not Unquestionably in the Right. However, he still receives the same amount of glory and attention that a MS gets for being the Perfect Protagonist.

But just what is it about him that makes him work, though? What makes him different? Why is a typical MS considered "shallow" and "badly written", while Cale is one of the best and most compelling characters I've seen in a while?

Well, most of the answers to those questions can be summed up in a single word: misunderstandings.

Let's face it – having a character we root for receive fame and attention can be very gratifying. But it's exactly that feeling which some (usually amateur) authors get drunk on, and eventually go too far with it, creating an Unrealistically Perfect Objects of Admiration – which in turn makes them too feel too fake to make them relatable, especially if they are too pretty and OP on the top of everything. They stop being a fun character, and become One-Dimensional like a stock image, a statue; basically a caricature of the very good protagonist they're supposed to be.

However, there is a solution to that: to make a character receive all the glory while not being a MS. And that's the Power of Misunderstandings!

Yes, the way to eat your cake and still have it in your possession… Have a character who is in fact flawed and commits errors. But due to circumstances and wacky hijinks, as well as some seriously thick Rose Glasses on, the MC's companions constantly misunderstand the situation! Now the MC still gets all the credit without sacrificing their character for the sake of fanservice!

It's the perfect solution!

It's not the only story where I've seen this trope, but TCF excels at it. The story thrives on the comedy of misuderstandings, creating fabulous scenarios. Cale gets misunderstood by countless people in countless ways throughout the novel. All of these accidentally create the image of a MS-worthy hero, except he's not like that at all! Furthermore, he hates it! He hates being percieved as something he is NOT! And it's hilarious!

That is how it is done in modern era, my friends. We no longer need to deprive ourselves of cake in order to still have it. After all… now CTRL+C exists, hahaha! 🎂🎂🎂

#tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf #lout of the count’s family #mary sues #cale henituse #analysis #character analysis #misunderstandings #the power of misuderstandings #tcf humor #writing

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 2 years

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Doubt: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

It's a good day.

It's a good fucking day because you are a new woman. You passed your evaluation with flying colors, your birthday had come and passed, and you got a therapist to help you overcome the trauma associated with Hannah and your past. Does a part of you wish she was still here? Yes. You know that she is doing a good job, and she's been keeping up with you periodically to tell you she is doing okay.

She is thriving, and it's not with you.

You're ready to get back to your normal life, and that includes being with and loving Spencer Reid. You two had just passed your two-year mark of dating, and you couldn't be happier about that. You have a good feeling about all of this and what better way to celebrate that than going to work and taking down the bad guys.

Someone's been murdering college students on a campus in Flagstaff, Arizona, so that's where your team is headed to now. You didn't have time to talk about it at the BAU, so you spent the entire flight talking about it. One thing you noticed about the team is that they were ready to move on and to do what they need to do for the team.

However, Gideon is completely different.

His energy is all off. He's not the same man as he was before because Frank killed the love of his life (presumably). He's more distant and distracted, and only you can see it. Maybe the other team has an inkling that Gideon isn't okay, but you know for sure he isn't. But it's not like you're going to go up to him and ask him about it. He won't tell you.

So, all you can do besides trying to be there for Gideon when he needs it is to work the case. The detective on the case is meeting you at the airport so he can escort you to the campus himself.

"Jim Griffith," he introduces himself as soon as your team leaves the jet.

"Hi. Jennifer Jareau. Thanks for meeting us here," she says nicely.

"Thanks for taking us on so quickly."

"Yeah. The faster we get here, the faster we can help stave off panic."

"I hear that," Jim scoffs.

"What can you tell us about the university?" Spencer asks.

"It's small and tight-knit. Dorms are still single-sex. This place draws people from all over the county, but the students are mostly the arty type."

"Have you increased uniform presence on campus?" Derek wonders.

"Yeah. Doubled it."

"Any other measures?"

"I got security shuttles running twenty-four/seven, and as of tonight, I've imposed a ten o'clock curfew."

"We need a corner of your precinct so we can set up shop."

"You got it. You need to get to the hotel first?"

"No. Spree killings in a confined area are a race. He's racing to kill as many as he can. We're racing to stop him," Gideon says bluntly and gets into the cars waiting for them.

You heard the man, there's no time for stopping. The cars immediately take you to the campus where the recent young woman was murdered. Of course, other students are gathering around to see what happened, but police and campus security made it so that your team would have some space to do your job.

The body is still on the ground when you arrive, and you take note of how her arms are placed over her chest in a criss-cross style. That's a classic sign of remorse because the killer is trying to preserve some dignity for the girls by making it seem like they are at peace after death. The young woman has her mace out as if she was going to use it, but never did.

"I've got men at every exit point on campus," Jim explains.

"She had her mace out, but she didn't use it? Plus, it's well lit. He's not afraid of being seen," JJ observes.

"How often do the shuttles run?"

"Every ten minutes."

"Were all the other victims posed like this with their arms crossed?" you ask.

"Yeah. Why?"

"It's a classic sign of remorse. The unsub kills the victim, then immediately feels bad about it, so he poses them like this so they'll rest in peace."

"You can tell that just by the arms?"

"That's why you called us here, right? To build a psychological profile of your killer?"

"Yeah, I did," Jim nods.

"How long will it take your men to clear the scene?" Gideon wonders.

"A few hours."

"Lucky there's a curfew, otherwise there'd be a mob scene," JJ comments quietly.

"Have Hotch set up at the precinct. We'll run everything through him. By the time this campus wakes up, I want a handle on this."

Everyone split up to do different jobs the next day, and you and Spencer got the job of reassuring the girls of the university about the dangers of being alone at night. You've gathered all of them in the lobby of one of the dorms. Some don't believe this is happening, some are too in shock about what happened, and just a few are actually bored. Still, this meeting needs to happen.

"I spoke to Amy's parents. Funeral services will be held on Sunday in Chicago. They're arriving later today to bring her home. They asked me to let you know that they will be staying downtown at the Mainline Hotel. If any of you would like to visit or pay your respects, they'd like you to feel free to do so," you announce.

"How did you all let this happen?" A girl suddenly blurts.

"Katie."

"What? Everybody is thinking it. You're the FBI, the campus is crawling with police, and she gets murdered waiting for the security shuttle."

"That's not helpful," the dorm advisor says.

"Actually, it is," Spencer speaks up. "The fact that your friend was killed in such a well-lit area with a police presence indicates that the killer is most likely part of this campus. He's not an outsider. He's someone who wouldn't raise an alarm with the police or potential victims."

"You should also be aware that the three victims were brunettes. At this point, we do consider it an intentional pattern," you warn cautiously.

Most of the brunettes clutch their hair in worry. You know they are immediately deciding to dye their hair.

"So, tell me, how am I supposed to keep these women safe?" the DA asks.

"There are security cameras being installed in virtually every corner of the campus, and that's coming out of the city's budget. It's not the school's. With the added measure, we're hoping it will scare whoever is doing this long enough for us to catch him."

The Dean wants to shut down the school, but if it is someone on campus, then he'll leave once it shuts down only to return when it opens back up. He'll definitely kill again. However, the Dean doesn't want to raise too much alarm but still keep everyone safe. So, she came to the decision to shut down the school. That's a decision you can't control, so you have to do your best to make do with what you got.

Emily is offsite with JJ looking into the cause of the death at the morgue. The latest victim, Amy, seemed to have more overkill than the rest of them. Her death was caused by a single, very forceful stab wound to the heart--one that broke the breastbone. After that, the killer lashed out at random. There are no defense wounds on Amy's body as were the first two victims. None of the victims were drugged since the toxicology reports came back negative. It's hard to think this is happening to these young girls, but you hope you can catch the man before he does it again.

You conclude the meeting after talking about what might happen next, but before you can leave with Spencer, Katie comes up to you with her other brunette friend.

"I'm sorry about before."

"I'm sorry about your friend."

"Uh, your RA told us that you guys were at the library last night. Did you see Amy there?" Spencer asks.

"We didn't go with her, but we saw her there. I thought she left before us," Katie's other friend says. "Her bag wasn't in her cubicle, or else we would have waited."

"Did you notice anyone she might have been talking to earlier?"

"Was it like her to be walking alone, even in a dangerous situation like this?" Spencer asks right after you.

"She wasn't the victim type."

It's almost impossible to pinpoint who's the most vulnerable. That's why we're trying to teach you how to best protect yourselves."

"I just mean that she was strong, and she was smart. I don't know why she didn't at least mace him," Katie sighs.

"Are a lot of girls carrying mace?" you wonder.

"Pepper spray, mace, switchblades, etc.. If you can buy it online or find it at the army-navy store, we've all bought it."

"Are you sure about who he's killing? I mean, brunettes?" Katie's friend assk, clutching her hair nervously.

"Pretty sure, yeah," you sigh. You excuse yourself and bring Spencer to the side so you can talk to him without raising an alarm. "Realistically, it'll take two or three days to empty the campus. I'm afraid that'll be our window for catching this guy."

"What do you think they'll do?"

"I heard them mention that they're installing security cameras. Most likely, they'll be functional by nightfall."

"They'll need as many men as they can on duty. If the unsub is part of campus life, he's gonna know it's about to shut down. Next few days, that's his last chance to hunt."

"Uniform presence helps, but it'd also be good to have some of their younger officers go in plainclothes, try to blend in."

"Let's head back and talk to Gideon and Hotch about this."

You and Spencer say your goodbyes because heading back to the police station where everyone else is. It seems like you two were the only ones they were waiting on. It seems like they wanted to give the profile, so you'll let them do that before you talk to Hotch and Gideon.

"We know everyone's tired and working overtime. We want to tell you how much we appreciate it," Gideon starts it off with a nice note. "We'd like to give you a rough profile of the man we're all looking for. This is someone with access. He's managed to move in a small community with a high police presence without raising suspicion which means there's a good chance that this is someone you've seen."

"This unsub has killed three women in four days. That's what we call a spree killer. Now, most likely, something has happened in the past few days to set him off," Derek says.

"That stressor probably has to do with a woman in his life who fits the same description as these young girls--wife, mother, or a girlfriend. The women he's killing, they're most likely a substitute."

"What we need you to do is look at people who are part of the campus fabric. See if anyone fits the bill--students, professors, and even support staff," Emily says.

"I'm sorry, but how are my men supposed to know about somebody's home life?" Jim, the detective, asks.

"Well, the people around him have seen him devolving. If you suspect someone on campus, talk to anyone who knows him, find out if he's recently found religion, been drinking, and even if he's been harming himself."

"He may feel emasculated. Considering the stressor and the victimology, there's a good chance that rejection is a recurring theme in his life. This unsub displays a great amount of anger, stabs his victims repeatedly, even after they're dead. Seconds later, he feels remorse. It's possible that his guilt is because his victims were in a position to trust him."

"How's that?" an officer asks.

"As we said, we think he's a part of campus life. The victims feel safe around him. He's able to get close. He's also able to kill these women without them fighting back. Not one of them has defensive wounds on their hands," you say.

"Like if they'd been tasered first?"

"That's possible, why?"

"Security guards on campus aren't allowed guns. They carry tasers."

"Can you get me an employment list of campus security?" Gideon asks Jim, and he complies right away.

Emily leaves the group just as you're finishing up the profile because the pictures of the defense wounds are in the conference room with everything else. When you're done giving the profile, your team and Jim meet with Emily in the room.

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spectralscathath · 1 year

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number 22 for the salt thing

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

idk if the whole fandom sleeps on this but like, the bits of the fandom I'VE seen have, and no fandom was specified for this so I’m gonna come out and say it: I like Endeavor’s arc in MHA. I like that he is a toxic, abusive father, a terrible husband, and just kinda the worst, and, key point here, I like that he figures out that he’s a bastard and realises ‘oh shit I need to do better’ and then has No Fucking Clue how to do it. Do I think it’s handled perfectly? God no, there’s problems in the writing, always will be. But I think it’s interesting, it’s intriguing, and that while I do understand people hating Enji for his actions and stuff, I think that flattening him down to just a one-note abuser actively robs the storyline of a complex and fascinating character.

I think my favourite thing about it as well is that Enji fucks it up constantly. He has no idea how to be a father, he has no idea how to be a civil human being, he knows how to be a hero in terms of doing the work side of the job (such as having the most solved cases on record or his agency focusing on all areas of heroism instead of specialising), but he can’t for the life of him be an inspiration or a leader. He’s self-centred, he’s hard-headed, he’s mean, he’s hot-tempered, he’s proud and ambitious, he can’t handle a single conversation without resorting to gruffness and intimidation, and these are flaws that he has baked into himself for decades, of course they’re not gonna just go away. I want to study him under a microscope, honestly. Here is a character who has so completely defined themselves by two things: being perfect at their job on paper, and being second best. And then, all of a sudden, for the first time in his life. He comes first. But not by any of his own merits, his hard work. Nope. He comes first by default. And he hates it.

But, then that lil finicky bit of his perfectionism comes into play, and now that he’s been handed the title that he’s spent so long trying to take, even if it isn’t how he wanted it, he’s still that stubborn fuck who’s gonna do his goddamn job, so he starts actually trying to figure out how to be what All Might was, and isn’t that so interesting, the duality of flaws? How his need to be the best made him a monster, and then, when circumstances changed, it set him on the road to try and atone. And I do mean ‘atone’. I’m definitely in the ‘this is an atonement, not a redemption’ camp. It's mostly semantics, and I’m definitely not up to date on the manga so god knows if it’s gonna get pulled off, but man, if this landing is stuck, I’d love it.

Following on from that: I’m absolutely on team ‘none of the Todorokis die at the end’. I think the best ending for the Todoroki family is that they all live, and they all keep getting to have interesting and different interactions with each other. Because the reactions to Enji from his family are the other best part of his arc. Stories thrive on drama and conflict, and this man is a walking fusion generator of the two. Rei wants nothing to do with him for good reason until she needs to work with him to help their son, she has her own demons to deal with as well. Fuyumi is forgiving to her father, but that doesn’t mean she’s not still angry at him, she has her own reasoning for doing so. Natsuo would be happy if he got to live the rest of his life never having to talk to his dad again but doesn’t want him dead. Dabi is just swinging wildly between every emotion known to man with the dial turned all the way up, his issues are all standing on top of each other in one emo trench coat that’s currently setting everything on fire before anyone can realise there’s a person behind the nightmare. And Shouto is also in this complicated space of sorta wanting stop being angry, not for Enji’s sake but for his own.

If Enji was just a one-note character, the abuser using his hero status to get away with his crimes, then that would lose all the interesting interplay between the family. It takes all the teeth out of the Todoroki plotline. And Enji or Dabi dying at the end? Well, where’s the story supposed to go from there, it doesn’t fit, it’s a cop out for Enji’s plotline, which is all about ‘you are not allowed to escape the consequences of your actions, you must live to see the damage you have done and work to fix it’. Enji is a man defined by his need to work, and so work he must.

What a fun way to take a character. (Again reiterating that I’m not saying you have to like him but like. I think he’s very polarising for good reason and that often leads to people flattening him down into Pure Evil Abuser, and I feel like from what I’ve seen of the fandom, the interesting stuff about him gets lost in that.)

#mha #bnha #enji todoroki #asks #also he is Very Beefcake and I'm not afraid to say it #I also have a personal headcanon also about him being aromantic and how that ties into his massive self-blame that dogs his every step #it sits next to his guilt for Touya's death and the fact that instead of An Epiphany he actually Kept Digging and Got Worse #i saw someone once describe him as 'no one ever meets his high standards not even himself' and that was hitting the nail on the head #Enji really just saw the 'character development' cake rack and ran off with it. forty cakes. that's as many as four tens.#love that for him

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@nahmie said: Oh god I love this I’m sobbing :’) but I nEED to know please what would happen in this AU³ if faith had survived? Aaaaaah

Look, today sucks and while I couldn't figure out why AO3 wasn't posting, I wrote this. We all deserve a hopeful, everyone lives AUs for everyone. Also as a point of organization the existing AU tags are as follows

Main Storyline: Leda House and the Kraken, Goblin King and the Pup

Faith Lives AU: Have a Little Faith

Stede, Mary, Izzy and Faith Meet as Teens (Faith Dies): If you don’t have your own Breakfast Club, store bought is Fine

And now, they meet as Teens (Faith Lives): The Brat Pack Rides Again

-Everyone goes to their respective colleges. Mary and Faith room together and the boys visit most weekends. By the first Thanksgiving, they all realize that no one is going home for the holidays if they can help it. Mary and Stede do some creative lying and they spend a long weekend on a beach. It’s the first time Izzy and Faith fly and they hold hands so tightly, they leave nail impressions on each other’s hands.

-They have a good time, messing around in the water and mostly just feeling free. It sets up a tradition that when they can, holiday breaks are taken together though usually they stay in the city.

- Faith coaxes Mary to take a few math classes with her and in return Faith takes a few art classes. Neither of them excel in the other’s specialty, but it’s eye opening in other ways. Faith’s interest drifts as she discovers she’s a decent draftswoman and she winds up taking some architecture classes and thriving

-She also starts modeling Stede’s work, just so he has a female body to drape things on. He takes some photos of her in the pieces and eventually coaxes her to come model for him at his first student show. She meets one of the other models, a film student named Kate. They become very close friends. Very close friends. Faith starts questioning some things. It’s Mary that she talks to first, who is supportive if a little confused by it all.

-Izzy keeps going on accounting and not thinking too hard about the future. When Faith sits him down in his dorm room and explains that she’s gay, he goes silent and still. She waits him out until to her complete horror, he starts to cry and tells her that he just assumed that he was broken all this time. They stay up all night, holding each other and talking everything through. In the morning, they’re no longer a couple, but they’re tied closer together than ever before. Stede and Mary keep trying to not invite them both to the same thing until Faith snaps at both of them that they’d rather be together than not.

-Faith and Kate start dating and get fairly serious. When they graduate, Faith and Kate get an apartment together. Mary gets an internship at a graphic design studio, thanks to Kate’s connections. When her parents cut her off, she becomes roommates with a co-worker.

-Left to their own devices, Stede and Izzy move in together. Izzy’s dating life is mostly going out on the odd night and eventually, Stede tags along with him with lots of claims of wanting to ‘understand your lifestyle’ more. To Izzy’s annoyance, Stede accidentally pulls a lot more interest. And despite all his weak protests, Stede winds up making out with a very fetching young man. So that’s that out of the bag then.

-Faith and Kate have a very ugly break up when Kate declares she’s moving to Paris and wants Faith to come with her. Faith isn’t ready to pick up stakes. She’s working on her masters in architecture and has a good internship. Also, she’s really not willing to leave behind the family she’s built. Sobbing and soon to be homeless, Izzy tucks her into his bed and tells her that she doesn’t have to leave ever if she doesn’t want to.

-She doesn’t want to. Faith comes to live with them and they never get around to buying another bed or figuring out where it would fit. Izzy does not take the couch. Mary and Stede are utterly baffled by this development, but try to be kind about it.

-Faith graduates with her masters and gets an entry level job at a firm. Izzy has been pounding away at accounting jobs for awhile at this point. Stede picks up odd job after odd job, but with Faith around, he has his regular model at his beck and call. It also gives him an interesting niche. Apparently a lot of petite people would like to look fashionable. With that found, he does start to pick up more shows. Faith learns to use the sewing machine to help him out in rushes and in thanks, he makes her the gorgeous floral goth wardrobe of her dreams.

-Mary gets a promotion at work and with diligent savings, decides she can afford to take them all on a trip. So for Christmas, they leave behind the city and go back to the beach they all loved in college. It’s a long sweet week. Mary and Faith spend a lot of time in long conversation, catching up and talking in long philosophical threads. Stede and Izzy get very drunk and fuck on a beach towel in the middle of the night. They both agree to never talk about it again and then do it again the next night.

-Back home, Izzy bounces between bedrooms and is actually pretty deliriously happy. Faith starts dating again, but she generally still comes home, happier in their snug apartment full of Stede’s laces and Izzy’s paperwork piles.

-Mary meets a great guy and asks them all to be in the wedding party. Faith, to her own surprise, cries quietly after Mary leaves, feeling silly about being heartbroken after all these years. But Izzy finds her and curls around her and they finally talk about crushes and first loves and finding hope in hopeless places. In the morning, they’re a couple again. They don’t bother telling anyone. It was probably pretty obvious to begin with and nothing really changes.

-Stede’s design firm takes off. Faith finally gets the lead on a project and Izzy is still doing the books for a construction firm and getting itchy with it.

-”What if I can never find someone?” Stede asked Izzy late at night, they’re in bed together, the blinds drawn. It’s perfectly dark. “Find someone for what?” Izzy yawned. “To love me.” Silence for a long drawn out moment. “You fucking idiot, what do you think I’m doing here? You think you’re that good a fuck?” “Iz...it’s different.” “It’s fucking well not, Bonnet. Of course I love you. What do you take me for?” “But you have Faith and-” “And you. That’s the end of the sentence. Fuck.” So they’re a couple in that bed, still a couple in the morning.

-Mary has her first child and Faith absolutely loves being an aunt. Izzy likes having the baby around as well and they babysit so often that the baby says “Faa” and “Isss” not that long after “Mama”. Stede is a little stiffer, but eventually he falls in love with her too.

-Faith meets Lydia at a craft fair. They hit it off immediately and settle into a weekends-only relationship that leaves plenty of time for Faith to continue her work and stay with her boys. Every so often Stede offers to move out and Izzy and Faith just ignore him. Until he suggests that they might be able to afford an upgrade after all this time. They get a four bedroom apartment, but one becomes a home office and the other is for Alma when she comes over.

-To say that Eddy crashlands in their lives is underselling it. They’re a comet, a star, a blazing trail that crashes their motorcycle into the back of their shared sensible sedan (Izzy was not able to negotiate into something a little more fun). They’re all in the car when it happens, just about to get out. Everyone is fine, but Eddy wasn’t wearing a helmet and Faith tears into them with unusual ferocity until Izzy is pretty sure they’re going to have to fight this angry person who has at least six inches on him. Instead, Eddy meekly apologizes and promises that they usually do wear a helmet, it’s just been a bit of a night. Stede, seemingly out of sheer good will and not at all because he’s clearly so taken with them that his tongue might as well hang out, invites Eddy upstairs to their place to make sure they’re all right before they go zipping off again.

-There is a complicated eyebrow conversation and Stede, very happily, escorts Eddy into his bedroom and closes the door after a long interesting evening. Izzy’s chest hurts. Faith pets his hair while they watch tv and he reminds himself that none of them own each other.

-He wants to own Stede a little, he realizes. That’s probably not great for several reasons.

-Eddy does not go home. Eddy becomes as much of a fixture about the place as one of the lamps except far harder to ignore and turn off. She’s magnetic and fascinating. Faith clearly adores her and makes her all the odd teas that Faith loves. Private jokes bridge between them. And obviously Stede has found whatever it was he’s been looking for all these years. He’s adoring with Eddy, full of compliments and sweet words. And it’s not that Izzy ever wanted those, but they were never even on offer. He and Stede fight, they snipe, they wrestle against each other. Maybe they never really fit at all.

-Izzy goes to Mary. She’s flourishing, her art getting notice and her day job giving her more responsibility. Alma is a clever toddler, happy as anything. Izzy feels like a dark stain on her white couch, bleeding out when she sits beside him. She points out that he’s never really been on his own, not for a minute. Maybe it’s time to try that.

-So Izzy goes. Not for long. Not for good. He just takes a few weeks off work (he has so much vacation time banked, they’re grateful to see the back of him) and he buys camping equipment. He hasn’t gone camping since he was a kid. Not one for doing things by halves, he goes to a national park, hikes out and lives out of his pack. It’s awe-inspiring. It’s thrilling. It’s lonely as hell. He misses his people so much that he can feel it in his gut. A call home louder than any ringing.

-When he gets back, Faith hugs him so hard at the airport that he worries something happened while he was away. But she just missed him. Stede and Eddy aren’t home when they get back and Izzy finds that maybe he’s made a little peace with it.

-”Maybe we should get our own place,” he tells her. “Why?” Faith frowned. “I like it here.” “Then maybe I need to go.” “Why?” And he tells her that he can reconcile himself to all this, that he’ll be fine, but he can’t live with it day in and day out. Faith, having never actually known that Izzy told Stede he loved him, is appalled. After he goes to sleep, she wants in the living room and takes Stede aside and very quietly and softly takes him apart. Stede contends that Izzy just let him go and that he figured everything was fine and it turns out he was feeling rejected as hell too by that.

-A family meeting is called to order and it’s less a meeting and more Faith telling Stede and Izzy to sit the hell down and actually talk to each other while she takes Eddy out for breakfast. Stede and Izzy do not talk. And do not talk and then Stede bursts out, all his upset and fears pouring out and Izzy listens and let’s himself actually hear Stede for once.

-Round two of talks begin when Eddy and Faith get back. Mostly Faith keeps out of it, but she’s watchful and careful.

-When she recounts it to Mary later, it’s with a rueful laugh as she was casually left on the couch while the three of them finished their figuring out in the bedroom. But she’s comfortable with the way things settle. Izzy still sleeps with her most nights, and when she’s away with Lydia, she no longer worries that he’s alone and letting his brain torture him.

-Izzy quits his job. It’s a spontaneous decision though he’s been thinking about it for a while. He’s intent on finding another accounting job, but Stede points out that their household income is healthy and has Izzy thought about going back to school and learning something he actually likes? You know, like Izzy made him do all those years ago. Eddy offers him some work, but Izzy has gotten a whiff of Eddy’s professional life and it’s not something that appeals to him. In his weeks of unemployment, he walks by the local ambulance crew a lot. He talks to one of the guys that has an interesting tattoo for awhile. And well...

-A year later, Izzy is an EMS. It’s a high adrenaline job some of the time, dead quiet others, but he likes his co-workers and when his shift is over, he feels like he’s done good hard work.

-Faith starts winning bigger projects. She switches firms and eventually becomes a partner. They sometimes go out to dinner in a building she designed and Izzy will never get over how amazing she is and tells her so.

-Stede’s fashion line does well and Eddy stops pretending to give a shit about their old job and starts helping him with the business end.

-Mary’s paintings are well regarded in the art community. Eventually though, she gets a divorce and she spends a lot of nights at the Commune (their joking name for the apartment that sticks). The kids come with her and they play in off-cuts of fabric and Faith lets them use her expensive pencils to doodle.

-Eventually though, Mary gets back to her life. She does move closer. Much closer. Being in the same building makes baby-sitting even easier and the kids frequently just rove between the apartments on their own.

-By the time Doug shows up, an ardent admirer of both Mary and her work, he finds a network of people that he immediately likes, even if he has a hard time grasping their relationships to each other. None of them are married, but they are somehow all quite married.

-Izzy and Stede bicker and make up like they’ve been doing it their whole lives

-Mary and Stede set reminders for each other and call around lunch every day like they won’t see each other at dinner

-Stede and Eddy rotate around each other always together and full of honeyed words

-Faith and Mary will tuck up on the couch and watch shows, their shared language so short handed it’s impossible to decipher for others

-Izzy and Mary go to museums and galleries every weekend, dressing to match each other in Stede’s clothes and they make such an elegant couple that no one believes they’re just friends

-Eddy and Faith are so tender with each other like they know the places the other might break

-Mary and Eddy get each other in trouble, always one upping the other and getting away with outlandish games of make pretend in public

-Eddy and Izzy are always making out somewhere in a way that suggests sex is moments away

-Izzy and Faith are the rock of dedication as true to each other as the moon to the sun

Not to mention Lydia, who seems to only appear on the edges of things to wheedle Faith away when she needs a break. And eventually Lucius, who turns up in their lives as if he’d always been coming, just a few years behind.

Doug loves all of them and he loves Mary and their life together. The kids grow up with so many adults in their lives that their childhood drawings of family are too crowded for a regular size piece of paper.

#the brat pack rides again #leda house and the kraken verse #au of the au #ficlet #izzy hands #eddy teach bonnet #mary bonnet #faith callahan

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fallensfanclans · 9 months

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wait okay so what’s the deal with cloudclan? why do they live separated like that/how did that start? are they separated at birth or after the warrior ceremony/apprentice ceremony… how does it all work?

When Cloudstar originally split off from the cats who arrived in the desert, she didn't expect to find much. All the cats who had followed her had done so in hopes of something more familiar to the grove. Despite the fires that made them leave, it was still a home. When she had run into the mountains, the towering stone reminded her of the cliff faces around the grove. So she had lead her cats up the mountain range, finding a glacier-melt stream to drink from, and all seemed well.

But the thinner-furred cats were struggling with the cold, the similar stone and prey when layered with the unfamiliar climate left them lethargic and unstable. Cloudstar had been trusted to lead these cats to a new home, she couldn't let her members suffer! Besides, new kits born into this place during whatever the desert's Cold Season was would likely freeze to death.

So, despite her own thick fur, she gathered her thin-furred cats to set out back into the desert to find somewhere warmer. Of course, she had learned a lesson from the journey to the mountains that she shouldn't try find somewhere in one trip. Besides, Cloudstar's cats were counting on her. She couldn't just leave them. So, over the course of two moons, she ran short scouting sessions around the desert, mapping out the place and finding somewhere all her cats would thrive.

When enough of these trips occurred, [unnamed early CloudClan cat] realised they had been living on one of a ring of mountains that could shelter a camp that would work for all cats. They quickly told Cloudstar, and she saw what they were going for. A camp placed in the centre of the mountains, where a stretch of desert still lay, but a cooler one with a convenient path that lead up to a higher point in the mountains, close to their glacier river and with some interesting looking unexplored caves.

So, Cloudstar went out with her closest friend (future deputy), [unnamed cat], and [future medicine cat] to check out the place more thoroughly. With half their cats in the desert cradle, and the other half set up higher in the mountains, it would be a perfect damp set up. The caves gave them something to do as they settled as well.

CloudClan were the first to find their modern-Clan home, with OasisClan next, DustClan after, and PaleClan being the last, for they moved camp ~half way through the Clan's existence.

That's the origins of the mountain split, as for how things work, it's not a strict split? I see it more like past WindClan, with tunnel diggers and moor runners or whatever they were called.

As mentioned, the mountains are cold, so kits are born in a half-way point between the desert and the mountains. Rather temperate. When they're apprenticed, it's always to someone with similar fur-thickness, so training and patrols and hunts can be done in the same place. So, separation is just about what's comfortable really, and it's not like you have to live all separate, you can still visit and stuff, and some stubborn cats live with their littermates or friends. It's not exactly strict but if a medicine cat deems it to be detrimental to their health they are pushed back to a better climate.

examples of stubborn cats include- Mintpaw and Bellpaw, who stay in the mountains with their mother Dewpetal, and Blueflip, who lives in the desert with his mother, Riverclaw (until he moves to the mountains with his mate Snowflight)

like the separation is mostly who sleeps where, hunting, and training, when you have no tasks you can literally just dip anywhere you want

i forgor about this post for an hour so it's just been an open tab for that long, i think there's nothing else to say here, and i shall send it away

#Fallen's FanClans #warrior cats #warrior cats oc #CloudClan #fallen's CC

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hannahsmusings · 4 months

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Jackson

*most of Jackson’s anxiety dissipated as soon as you poked fun at him, unable to stop himself from smiling properly, his eyes crinkling as he looks down at you, letting out a soft laugh* This is a solarium… the walls are mostly glass. Hence it being a solarium. Not posh, just factual. *he can’t help the grin that was still spread on his face, absolutely loving the banter the two of you shared, that being one of his favorite things about your relationship, it being something he never experienced with anyone else, not even on a platonic level, banter and humor were two things that most people he interacted with on a daily basis didn’t possess* Oh no, I’m sure Bonnie would be fine with you sleeping in here… as long as you don’t mind her tending to her plants and talking to them as if they were people. I think she has named them all too… bit odd. *he lets out a quiet chuckle, his heart fluttering at the thought of Bonnie in this room and the pace quickening at the thought of you both in here, Bonnie tending to the plants while you lounged and read, every day, for the rest of his life* *Jackson shook away those thoughts, knowing he was getting too carried away but he couldn’t help it, he never envisioned his life with someone else in it, not even Madison, but with you it was just too bloody easy, he could get lost in his daydreams* *unfortunately, he was kicked out of those happy thoughts by the feeling of reality setting in, hearing you speak about being overwhelmed made his chest tighten and all he wanted was to spare you of any ill feeling, wanting to take them from you, but he knew he couldn’t, he knew you had to handle Matt on your own, he just hoped that you’d keep your word and end things with him, selfishly for himself but also since he knew you deserved better… so much fucking better* *he nods as you say you’re not quite ready to move, walking towards you and taking a seat on the chair beside you* Lucky for you, no one is making you move yet. Stay for as long as you want. *his eyes flicker up from your split lip to your eyes, wanting to convey the deeper meaning there, wanting you to know you’re welcome in his manor for as long as you need or want, not wanting you to feel pressure to leave or that you were overstaying a welcome* *he sighs, dropping your gaze and looking down at his lap, shrugging before glancing out the window, still not very good at discussing himself or his feelings* I’m okay… *he turns back to glance at you, seeing your body language and how you were leaning towards him, knowing that meant you wanted him to say more, taking a deep breath* I’m overwhelmed, too. Last night was… eventful. I feel like I have a hangover even though I barely drank…

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*rolls my eyes playfully, giggling a little and shaking my head* Conservatory to us peasants but okay. *teases before grinning as I imagine Bonnie in here, finding it so heart warming that you’d created this space for her* I can so imagine that. No wonder the plants are all thriving, with her looking after them. *grins, thinking of her so highly, having missed that comforting maternal figure since my mum had died* *I was surprised by how comfortable I felt here with you, watching as you walk over and sit in the chair next to me, again my gaze lingering on your stature, the ease in which you carried yourself, even dressed so casually you were so desirable* *heart hitches as you say I could stay here as long as I wanted, understanding the intended meaning and feeling my body warm at your care and protectiveness, finding it easy to let myself get carried away with the thoughts of living her permanently, sighing softly as I knew I had to face reality at some point* *I let my gaze run over your face as you look away, finding my hands were itching to hold you, knowing both of us were tip toeing around the subject of last night, neither of us wanting to burst this bubble but I could already see the panic in your expression, your words making so much sense to me as I nod as you speak* I feel the same.*whispers softly, biting my lip and looking down at my lip, desperately wanting to speak about the kiss, having always been someone that wanted to understand things and I needed to know why you’d kissed me, why I’d let it, why I wanted it to happen again, whether you felt the same, it was all so confusing but instead I remained silent for a moment*

#hannah plot

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03/07 Michelangelo - All Symbol Headcanons please uwu

| Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about… For multimuse blogs, please specify!

MIKEY!!!! I love Mikey ;3; he's such a good character. I lowkey nah no what I Highkey absolutely hate how much fandom can or rather will initialized Mikey. Or reduce him to the comic relief of the group. Mikey is such a good character. Yeah Mikey is funny, witty and even annoying but he is very empathic. He very often is the only one who can understand where one of his brothers is coming from such as being the most aware of the burdens Leo carries that well they sort of put on him. Unlike in 2012, Leo is an unofficial leader. Mikey knows because Leo dose take to that role placed on him though it give the rest of them freedom Leo can't really have. His skill often get over looked despite the fact Mikey is actually the most athletic of his brothers he just lacks focus it's often shown and stated if he did? He would be quite the force to deal with in a fight.

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.)

Mikey is for sure the more creative one of his brothers and he dose show he thinks differently than any of them do often his plans come as a surprise to the rest because of this. Of course this creative trait is due to Mikey being a free spirit and artistic to a point. Mostly his hand writing is hard to read often you can at best only make out the first letting of ever word he wrote because his brain actually thinks faster than he can react at times. When he sits and focus on writing of course he wants to make it out to look fun and pretty uwu

✈ : My muse and traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

"Man I've been to all sorts of places, buuuuuuut clearly it's how i traveled to the top and became the battle Nexus champion!"

Mikey travels a lot but it is not by choice believe you and me. But because of a lot of things him and his brothers happened to find themselves suddenly apart of a lot of weird things. I mean hes gone to the future and other worlds but I mean furthest? has to space right?

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.)

"Ehhh I mean its nice I guess buuuut I rather be home with the ultimate tv view experience."

Yeah Mikey is for sure a home body this is a turtle that took to the modern convince of technology and has the hardest time dealing without it. It's not he dislikes the outdoors he can take to it pretty well when he has too of course and that's the wording that should be focus on here. Mikey really likes watching tv after all and tends to find anyway todo so even skipping on training to peep in on someones else tv. But He doesn't dislike nature he loves animals and plants in fact. Luckily he was born with a green thumb even.

Mikey kind of likes that something is reliant on him and that he can make something from his own hands. Helping a plant thrive because of his care is sort of rewarding. Considering Mikey is often always being made to feel like he always the one depending on others which he dose but hardly dose his brothers seem to see him as able to do the same back. So he sort of gets that from his interest in plants.

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.)

"hmm first memory? uhh I guess when I got the first comic book that got me hooked? It was an issue of Spider-Man and boy was it a fun read!" Mikey was up on the surface on Halloween, it's been said that Splinter always took the boys up on the day since they could walk around without fear or worry at the time. They stuck to a more small rural area just to be cautious still. In this neighborhood there was a lot of smaller shops so as a community they ran a sort of trick-o-treat event where kids got their candy and such from the store owners. A cookbook show was on this block and often they gave out free comic books and this is how Mikey got a lot of his comic collection started. The first he got was of course a Spider-Man Comic. A wise cracking hero? Who often distracts his villains with his smart ass mouth? Yeah someone just may have been a tad influenced.

Mikey fell in love with comic books after this he loved the stories and the plots. He wanted to be a super hero so bad. Because in the comics the humans loved heros no matter what. From humans dressed in spandex, to Aliens that took home on earth hell even mutants or meta-humans were loved by humans. So why can't that be the same for him and his family?

Of course Mikey knows being a hero comes with being selfish too and in part keeping to the shadows is something him and his family may have to do forever with no single thanks given hell even acknowledgement. Sure maybe being a hero should drive from helping but sometimes Mikey can be self severing doesn't mean he also doesn't see he has the ability to help. He often swallow his fears to step up or gets involved when he really doesn't have to. Common traits from his favorite heros.

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

"Uh hello? Pizza?" Of course it is Pizza Mikeys favorite food to him Pizza is the best human food to ever come to be because of what all you can do with Pizaa. You don't even need to stick to marinara sauce for the base like in the case of BBQ or Chicken Alfredo Pizzas. Mikey of course like the different styles thick crust, thin crust, even stuffed. Mikey being a true Pizza lover has also tried out from Chicago style to Colorado style but of course New York style is his go to favorite. He is a new yorker through and through and they are known for having good pizza.

Mikey even likes to push the limit on what toppings he eat on a pizza and often? nothings to far out there for Mikey this boy should be on fear factor honestly.

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

"hmm I like all kinds of music really? Rap, Techno, Surf, Jimmy Buffett."

As is Mikey he is flexible on many things even when it comes to his taste in music this applies to. Mikey just likes music with energy is what it comes down to in the end. Sure Rock music is one that could fit but it's not quite the sound he is looking for he wants a more bouncy sound when he listens to music.

Mikey may be a new yorker but likes be honest this boy would thrive of Cali's vibes and just oozes the setro type of a California person. From how he talks and carries himself not to mention his Cali accent is hard to miss. Surf just ties into all of this Mikey if he could would love to surf! is why he loves to skateboard so much and loves the half pipe Donnie made just for him. He wants so badly to catch the waves! Sometimes when he's skating in the Sewer tunnels and theirs some water on the ground he likes to imagine hes out on the ocean.

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.)

"live in the past? Why do that and why worry about whats to look forward too? Nah all about the now and current vibes" This might sound like good advice but in truth Mikey actively tries to avoid the past and all the mistakes that follow. So you can say there is a lot he wants to forget he likes to cherry pick in a sense one could say. Winning the Battle Nexus? Of course he remembers that and hangs on to even seeing it as the real only achievement he has ever been able to make happen which has been an issue seeing as he rode the high of the win for a long time even to a point Splinter saw an issue with Mikey's egos due to the win.

Mikey also isn't the best about thinking about looking ahead it fills him with anxiety in truth because he just doesn't know. It's like he is being surround by mountains of work and all he can do is focus at those peaks and how high they reach. He has no clue where to start because its just all to much.

Going where he is now? it's easier he can sort of tell whats going to happen. Him and brothers will wake for breakfast. Hell annoy Raph as they make their way to the kitchen where Leo is likely already at. Don will follow soon lured by the smell of coffee that Raph got ready for them. Mikey will start on breakfast and then They will head to the dojo and train once clean up is over. Don will go back to his lab to work, Leo may do some one on one work with Splinter, Raph might stay home or sneak away up top. Maybe its junkyard day and they head out to look for stuff. It may be friday so Mikey will call up April and such to see who wants to join movie night. some things change here and there but over all it's the same and he take comfort in all of this.

Even when things changes routines are still there, Don and Raph move out and have kids but they come by and Mikey gets to play the babies. The whole family still gets together here and there it just easier to live in his current point. It often why his mistakes can catch up to him like his mistake of joining the foot clan. Donnie asked him about his future and it set him off. He struggles with who he is and what use he even has with his family looking to the past is littered with mistakes but to the future is uncertain and open ended answers.

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.)

"Gotta get those z's every now and then, early to sleep early to rise or stay up late to get more time." Mikey is someone who goes to bed at a somewhat decent time it just kind of depends. he always likes to settle down with a movie or comic and tends to pass out when his eyes have tried out this isn't always the same time every night. Sometimes hes out early sometimes hes out late. He doesn't have much trouble sleeping unless there's a lot of noise like the times he had to share a room with Raph who snores loud. But to everyone one annoyance I feel no matter how tried Mikey is? He don't have an off switch he can always seem to just get a second wind and be well Mikey.

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.)

"I love it! well I mean I like street art at least and painting my skateboards, so i got a few for that reason."

Mikey loves art but he's not versed in it's history type of art lovers. So he doesn't know the classics he knows him and his brothers were named after artist but he doesn't known much about them just that they were old artist guys in the past but will make reference to his name sake at times. Art isn't a big thing for him he's always colored with crayons as a kid and ate them of course. Like to give some character to things such as the decks of his boards and he has tried his hand at nail art. Something that improves over time if he has the right supplies that is of course.

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.)

"Course I use it, how I find out about comic releases and catch up on story lines."

Mikey was able to see the start of alot of more know Socials today. He had an account on friendster mostly for the games later on till it shut down. He had a myspace and loved to customize his profile with all sorts of widgets.Hasn't touched it in years! He went on to forums mostly and 4chan of course for comics so he could track down issues he was search for and there was always someone online who could offer help on how to get it. He's part of a few online friend circles from comics books to people who have seen glimpses of the turtles and talk about it online, he thinks it's funny and sometimes messes with them. He'll see them pick up common locations they spot them and will go there to just give them more to share. It's a harmless prank on his end and something he keeps to himself he don't need his brothers ruin his fun after all.

Mikey also has a twitter account mostly for comic related stuff but he likes to post pictures of the weird stuff in New York most people know weird creatures come around in the city since the Tricerton Invasion so it's harmless.

✉ : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.).

"I love meeting new people! Those other turtle can be tots annoying sometimes ya know? Gotta shake it up."

Mikey is very social if he dosen't vibe with someone right off the bat there usually a good reason even monstrous creatures like Leatherhead or Quarry where Mikey understandable was scared of them when first meeting them. Was able to see the good in Leatherhead and try to befriend him and soon saw Quarry wasn't like the other mutants if annoyed by how much of a scardy cat they could be ironic considering himself. Or like with April where he was first to openly speak to her with out any hesitation. Mikeys pretty good about befriending anyone really shown when it comes to the superhero charaters in the show. Mikey was able to Befriend Sliver Sentry with ease even with them feeling he was getting in the way and even the more aloof Nobody. His friendly welcoming nature just seems to be a natural draw for a lot of people no mater the species.

Dosen't mean he gets along with everyone he meets but he can at least up to points stand some people a be a bit more tolerable. Takes a special someone to be annoying to mikey *cough* Casey *cough*

Mikey is just very very social and he craves interaction because of it. Which can get annoying for his older brothers who are all more independent and such. Mikey will often just go into a room with one of them and linger about of course not quietly he just needs to be around someone is all. Like when hell go into Don's lab and rant on about something stupid in his comics he knows they aren't listening or care much he just likes that Don will let him do it. He loves spending time with his brothers the most, so those Friday night movies are always his favorite.

When it comes to talking Mikeys prefers it be face to face. Likely due to him having a lot of empathy for others it just easier for him to gauge the other person's feelings. Written or text is hard for him to convey a tone from. Hearing their voice, seeing their face? He just feels the best way to communicate is face to face. This is also why he is willing to step back from Ariel when she got upset with him and wait for her to come to him. He wouldn't have that talk any other way with her. It's why he and Summer never had this blow up her Dad's made sure to make her feel she can express her thoughts after all and in a way she has taken one some traits from Mikey because of this. So they had their own talk she knows Mikey regrets what he did and knows how torn up over it he is as well. It why he dose the same with each of his brothers when serious things come up those one on one talks are just too important.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.).

"uhhh I mean whatever Splinter teaches me I guess?"

And yet Mikey isn't even the worse of Splinters students. Mikey is for sure that kid who learns in a different way than most. He has the most raw talent out of his brothers and he knows the same things they do like Chi Gong breathing techniques when they went to space. But as show during the Ninja tribunal season Mikey is a active learner being told how to do something or reading it doesn't work he man retain the information like when he and Splinter were dealing with mr.touch and mr. Go he showed he could in fact use his mind when it came to a fight and come up with some good plans. He just has to apply it in ways he can understand.

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.).

"I love animals I don't know what I do with out Klunk and Klunk jr."

Mikey is a lover of cute animals one could say like cats and Chickens of course like Sonny and Cher ;3; Mikey is also a sucker for his pet cat Klunk who is for sure Mikey's furbaby. Klunk knows hes got a nice gig in the lair so never strays far from them and for sure has kept other rats away from getting into the lair since they got a cat around. He often lets his brothers pet him or sets him on thier laps because he knows animals are good for mental health. Which is why he is so attached Klunk became her emotional support animal after some time. And im sure as you can tell by a mention in his comment there is a second Klunk in his life.

Sadly even with the life of luxray Klunk lived with the turtle Klunk wasn't going to live forever. Based on color alone I would say Klunk is and orange Tabby and they can live for 20 years at the latest. Most only 10 to 16 years. Roughly well say it was 2004 when Mikey found Klunk whoe was just a kitten at the time so Klunk could live and be around a god long while. And as BTTS showed Klunk was still around then. But not in the 07 movie and based on how I sor tof timeline things here 03 -> 07 -> FF/BBTS (?) this would in a way make a gap with out a cat and just hit harder on Mikey being lonely. But Klunk was a alley cat in a sense and was free to roam as they got bigger. Met female cat and Im sure you can see where I leading to. Mikey soon finds a cat that looks just like Klunk and take them in as Klunk jr.

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.)

"I mean I love getting them that for sure."

I feel Mikey is pretty decent at giving gifts hell recall something someone said they liked before and come across something similar like say April mentioned as a kid she loved a certain character and Mikey happens across something of that old character so he brings it to her. It was a passing comment but he tends to hang on to that information.

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.).

"I love them really all there is to say on that, I know my brothers and I fight. I know they fight. I know we make mistakes but...I also know we always have each other and always will have each other." Mikey is the baby of his family through and through and sometimes it can be annoying since his brothers often look at him as younger. Sure over time they learn to see him on their own level. and even seems to earn their respect. Mikey dose look up to all of his brothers in different ways and for different reasons and in a way he sort of idolizes them.

Don kind of Spoils Mikey because he dose give into thier whims a lot and its kind of made Mikey feel Don can fix anything from whatever tech issue is going on to other problems as well like when Mikey is feeling Don it's Donnie he goes to. Mikey needs interaction so bad or he gets kind of down and Donnie is the less likely to be annoyed with him so he fixes Mikey in a sense.

Raph and Mikey can have a sort of love hate relationship. Mikey being the annoying little brother and Raph the disgruntle older one. Mikey dose know Raph cares about him and knows he will protect him and look out for him. Raph can mess with Mikey but anyone else tries? They are dead.

Leo Ive said it alot here but Leo is who Mikey is closest to. Leo is often the only one who dose have faith in Mikey's abilities and acknowledges his talents but often has to be stern and tell mikey to focus. Mikey loves heros and to him Leo is his own personal hero for those reasons alone and it's why he listens to Leo not to mention why he is so close to them.

Splinter He is dad and Mikey is good about listening to his Dad sometimes. Mikey dose sometimes feel he isn't always measuring up well compared to his brothers and must be failing his dad. But he feels close enough to express these worries to Splinter they have a very good relationship and Mikey spends hours talking to Splinter. They often crack jokes together honestly they might be an awful combo because of Splinters savage ways.

Casey is the one person in the world that can actually annoy Mikey and that is a thing to say XD However Mikey dose see Casey as another big brother of his sometimes his favorite outside Leo. Cause Casey will often listen to Mikey's complaints seriously unlike his brothers will. If he whines about not being able to find a comic Casey suggests a place that may just have it and offer to take him. Casey also tends to play along with Mikey's antics at times very much how an adult will be wowed by a younger kids statements to match their energy. But Casey pretty much a big kid himself it's why he can match Mikeys energy it seems. its why he trs to be there for Casey during the break up.

Yvonne is someone you might think wouldn't get along to well with mikey due to her serious nature but she is Mikeys gal pal. They like to trash talk over whine and watch chick flicks. They have girls night along with April and later the girls when they are teens. Von is also kind of the branch that helped Mikey more embrace his feminine side shes kind of like a safety net in a sense. Because she has a habit of needing to use example and such it helps mikey see that him feeling like he genderfuild is not werid and dosen't make him different its just another thing that make him Mikey. He was one of two who really wanted him to get together with Don but because it meant she would be his sister.

Summer/Ariel- Ill drive more into stuff on Summers answers but over all Mikey loves his nieces and used to take part in kidnapping them both when they were babies. Often the last option as babysitter but it was more like playdates. he might be thier uncle/aunt/auncle but it follows more th logic of im the older kid between them. Mikey always had very good friendships with the both of them. He's sort of like this break from adults because like what Casey did for him i feel he dose for his nieces offers them someone they can talk to in a way they can't other adults. It why he was shocked by Ariels turn on him he just felt everything was fine because as stated Mikey is someone who needs to talk to know whats going on but Ariel is too much like her own parents and it didn't help that everyone seemed to just mov eon from everything. So when she snapped at him sudeenly of course it hurt him a lot. He didn't know how much what he did would effect her nor was he ware how it affected Don. He loves her and of course wanted to fix it but because he loves her he gave her the space she seemed to need at the time. Dose make him wonder if they were as close as he thought they always were.

#muse| hamato michelangelo #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ the brains of this operation aflcokoffeathers]#[ rokin and heads a rollin’ aflockoffeathers]#[ welcome to weird science 101 aflockoffeathers]#[ open your eyes let's begin aflockoffeathers]#muse bio: hamato michelangelo #meme answes #ic reply #stayed qeued

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Week 2: Biocentrism

Biocentrism is the doctrine that views all life as deserving of equal ethical and moral standing, this is due to the inherent value that all living things possess independently of their function or utility to others. According to this point of view, nature is as deserving to be considered and respected as human beings are. It directly opposes anthropocentric views which view humans as separate and superior beings.

Unfortunately, biocentrism is not the view that most people have held up in recent times. According to Cronon, the attribute of nature that makes it “natural” and “wild” is just a romantic illusion constructed by humans. What we still believe to be an unscathed and untouched environment is fantasy that we have created by ourselves to believe that there is still a part of the planet out there where the problems of modern society have not been able to infiltrate yet. We do not attribute value to nature because of its intrinsic properties, but rather on the account of the services that nature provides to us. This is because while we do seek nature as a refuge from our daily lives, we also see it as something far away from us, alienated. Something that does not concern ourselves and it’s why it is so easy to make it our place of escape. According to Cronon, both the natural and social worlds we live in should feel like home, we should find a way for these two realms to coexist within ourselves since they are actually intertwined and are already both part of our reality.

While Cronon offers a more theoretical framework of what our attitude towards nature should be or aspire to be, Paul Taylor starts from a philosophical level and descends into a more empirical perspective. According to Taylor the only ethical system that can be deemed complete is one that encompasses “respect for nature.” He argues that living things “are now viewed as the appropriate objects of the attitude of respect and are accordingly regarded as entities possessing inherent worth.” As composed of living things, nature therefore is invested of this value and is deserving of the protection and promotion of their good that comes with it. Taylor bases his point in Kant’s logic but adopts a little twist to it. According to Kant, people need to be treated as ends and not means, this means that they can’t just be used for personal benefit but are worthy of moral respect as rational beings that are recognized as such. In Kant’s view, rationality and morality stand on the same plane and can be considered synonyms, and this is the part that Taylor interpreted differently. Taylor takes the rationality of the equation and advocates for an “adoption of perspective,” he argues that Kant’s notion should be expanded to all living things, and that we can do so by trying to understand what’s good for other species’ survival and flourishing. After all, they also strive for something. This should be the ultimate purpose of humans when trying to develop a new ethical system and set of moral rules that will embrace all the inhabitants of this Earth.

Personally, I believe that I am also at fault for furthering this notion of humans being at the top of the pyramid with all other living beings located at the bottom. Even if not actively trying to harm other beings, I have never reflected much on what inherent worth other beings such as animals and plants should be deserving of since I have mostly been thinking of the natural world as a set of commodities, which is a fallacy in itself considering how much we rely from resources produced by nature for our survival. To better understand where biocentrism is coming from I bought a plant that I could keep in my room every day, and I tended for it for a couple of weeks before realizing that I grew attached to it, I wanted this plant to grow and thrive every day, and not because it was useful to me in any practical way but because I cared for it and I thought it as having a conscience of its own. Feeling aside, how is my plant different from any other plant growing on our planet? Simple, it is not. So if my plant is deserving of my respect, then perhaps it’s time to grant it to other forms of life too.

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In More Ways Than One - Bad Batch x F!Reader

Summary: A night out with the Batch almost turns into a bar brawl, until your quick thinking sets up the perfect cover. Then your squad starts thinking it doesn't have to stay a cover. Sharing is caring, after all.

Tags: Implied smut, but mostly build up, fluff, and backstory.

Warnings: Sexual harassment by other clones.

Notes: Hey y'all, first fic posted here on Tumblr. I love writing and I wanted to give back to this community- I was feeling so ashamed of my thoughts, and then my friend pointed me to tumblr, and I found all you thirsty hos. (Thank goodness). This will be a series, of sorts, that will be mostly smut after this starter. Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.5 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 5.5 Part 6 Part 6.5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 9.5 Part 10

“OHHH YEAH!!” Wrecker cries, breathing in the atmosphere of 79’s. “It’s about time we had this kind of fun!”

Clone Force 99 was on shore leave, and as the squad’s medic you had prescribed them all IMMEDIATE non-combative fun - mostly because YOU needed it (heh, the perks of power). Just you and the boys, YOUR boys, unless someone picked up an extra companion for the night… which never seemed to happen. The Batch is still in their armor, but you chose to relax a little- just some easy out and about evening clothes that make you feel good about yourself. Sometimes under all that armor, you forget what it’s like to be a WOMAN.

It helps that the Batch call you ‘the Queen’ - you wield your medic privileges like a scepter, ruling the ship’s wellness like your own little kingdom. It was the reason clone command kept you on with the 99- they wouldn’t take regs, and every other medic had quit within a month. You, however, weren’t scared off by their reckless risk taking- you THRIVED on it, knowing that if they planned to continue this thrill ride, then they’d better be healthy and hearty, dammit. When put like that, the squad started seeing you as an ally, not an enemy, and adopted you as one of their own.

You look around at the Batch, feeling your heart smile at each of them. Hunter leads the column, as always- ready to defend, senses alert even here, grounded, aware. This trip was for HIM, too- giving him a chance to take the night off from being on constant alert- but you could only ask so much from a highly sensitive active-duty Sergeant.

Wrecker and Echo follow, Wrecker getting pumped to the music, Echo looking around to see if he knows any of the clones present. The innocents- sort of. Wrecker with his unbridled glee for life, Echo with his purity of self, always looking to do the right thing for his brothers and the Republic. You link arms with both in a moment of joy and they both smile at you.

Tech and Crosshair bring up the rear. Tech is finishing some repair notes on his holopad (insisted he couldn’t relax until it was done). You allow it only to let his mind wind down before you claim a table- he’s still paying attention. Crosshair just observes the crowd. His silence is comfortable by now- he’s always listening, he just doesn’t speak unless he has something to say. Hunter might be able to detect more physically- but you suspect Crosshair sees more intellectually.

“Why are we here again?” Crosshair asks, unimpressed.

“It’s the only place that Wrecker can enter the dance floor without hitting all of the overhead lighting. That, and the Queen enjoys it.” Tech says, glancing up from his work. “There are fouler places.”

“Come on, you two, lighten up. It’s not like you have to live here.” Wrecker says, punching Crosshair in the arm as you all head to a table off in a dark corner- Hunter is wearing a device Tech fashioned to be able to bear the sights, noises, and smells, but it could only tune out so much.

“True, living with YOU is far worse.”

“Oh stop it, Crossy.” You know he hates that nickname, so you use it when he’s being a- “Just stay over here and glare everyone away, you’ll be fine.” You turn to see his reaction. “See, you’re so GOOD at it.”

“You give me lots of practice.”

“You’re welcome.”

Wrecker pounds the table with both fists. “Enough with the talk, more with the drinks!”

Hunter looks over to the Genius. “Who’s turn is it, Tech?”

Tech finally holsters his holopad. “The Queen’s, then mine, then Echo’s.”

Wrecker grins at you, “Alright, your majesty, you’re up!”

You push your chair out. “Yes, yes, but only because I am a kind and benevolent ruler. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone, please?”

“You’re the one who attracts trouble,” Hunter counters.

“It’s not MY fault I’m cute,” You snort, heading for the bar.

Wrecker looks at Hunter while the others watch you leave. “It’s not?”

Hunter smiles. “Eyes front, boys.” Three heads snap to look at him, blushes creeping up on their faces.

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The bar isn’t very busy- there’s a lull at this time of night- the early risers are trickling out, and the late night partiers have yet to come in. You slide up and smile at the bartender, leaning over on one hand as you casually order your drinks. The bartender starts working, and you settle in to wait.

“Look, fellas, that’s an invitation if I ever saw one.”

You can tell that he’s drunk by his voice alone, and you mentally roll your eyes. To play nice, or not to play nice?

You stand straight and look over to the three clones down the bar. You don’t recognize the markings on their armor, but you do recognize the high level of inebriation in their body language. Fabulous. This is nothing new, regs hit on you all the time, but this promises to be of the very unpleasant variety.

You keep your tone even, but you don’t force a smile. “Can I help you, trooper?”

“Oh no, you can go back to leaning over if you want, I was just enjoying the view.”

“Unless you want to give us a closer look.”

“No thank you,” you say dismissively, looking back towards the bartender, hoping that’s the end of it.

“Aw come on, don’t be such a prude. At least give us a smile.”

“Is there a problem?”

You all turn to see Crosshair standing with his arms crossed, glaring at the regs. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“They sent me to help carry drinks.”

Uh-huh. You smile to yourself- the boys could be a bit protective, even if you could take care of yourself.

The one on the left takes note of his markings and laughs. “The defect squad’s in 79’s? That explains it, you must be their little ice queen!”

You work to keep the irritation from your face. Did those damn Regs even turn your NICKNAME into an insult? WT actual F?

The one sitting in the middle takes a swig of his drink. “I’ve heard of you. Won’t give any clones the time of day, huh? Hands full satisfying the Sad Batch?”

“Are you done here?” Crosshair gives good cold-shouldered contempt- probably why he was sent over instead of the others. You call to the bartender, asking him to bring the drinks to your table. He waves, so you nod at Crosshair.

“Excuse me.” As you start to walk away, you feel one of them catch your wrist and pull you back. It’s the one in the middle. This one is working on your LAST nerve.

His grin is mean, his face is close, his breath smells like whiskey. “You don’t have to go with these rejects, you know. Don’t you want to see what REAL clones are like? Trust me, we’ll show you a much better time.”

Before you can react, Crosshair latches onto his wrist, squeezing it until the reg loosens his grip with a yelp.

“Leave. Her. Alone.” He spits the words out like the threat they are, dropping the clone’s wrist like it was something nasty. You smirk as you massage your own wrist, following Crosshair.

“No wonder they call you the whore of the 99- you come whenever they call. Probably in more ways than one.”

Oh, so this reg wanted to die.

Crosshair whirls, murder in his eyes. You have about .5 seconds to decide to help him or stop him.

As much as you’d LOVE to see your Marksman trounce these idiots, that would get you thrown out. A mischievous thought crosses your mind: they had given you the answer, something to keep them and future aspiring lovers off your tail.

“Cross, CROSS…” You stop Crosshair’s advance with your hand on his chest, leaning in close to him, your nose nestling in his neck. “Ignore them.”

“He CALLED you a-“

“I know, love.” You wrap one of his arms around your waist. Crosshair finally looks down at you, the murder fading from his eyes as he realizes what you’re doing. “They’re just jealous they aren’t you, or anyone else on the squad. They’re just jealous I’m yours.” You glance at the open mouthed regs over your shoulder. “If you start a fight, everyone will join in. Why waste your time on them when you could all be spending time with me?” You take his ever-present toothpick from his mouth, the other hand tracing a finger down his jaw line. “I know which I would prefer.”

Your finger gently pulls his jaw forward into a kiss. He stiffens for a moment, then relaxes into your lips. They’re so soft, supple from all that toothpick teething. This feels way less strange than it should… You both linger a little bit longer than necessary…for show. Right?

You pull away just enough to whisper against his lips. “Lets go have our own fun, honey.” You turn, looking the shocked troopers up and down before flicking the toothpick at them. “Boys.”

You walk towards the squad, enjoying- er, feeling Crosshair’s hand on your hip.

His voice is close to your ear. “You’re letting them off too lightly.”

You grin up at him. “You mean letting them off alive?”

He looks down at you from the corner of his eyes. “I wouldn’t have killed them.”

“And that would be unforgivable.”

Crosshair smirks but doesn’t take his eyes off you when you face forward. That was quick thinking on your part, and probably very effective… and incredibly, incredibly hot. He finds himself hoping more regs bother you throughout the night, if it means he needs to keep proving “you’re theirs”. He blinks and looks towards the squad, trying to shake the thought out of his head, just like all the thoughts of you before today. His hand is suddenly aching to start tracing the outline of your spine- he moves it away before he can oblige.

“You owe me a toothpick.”

Hunter is sitting with his arms crossed, face unreadable as you rejoin them.

“What in karking hell was THAT about?”

“Yeah, what were you two KISSING for?” Wrecker says, confused more than anything.

You speak before Crosshair has a chance. “I wanted to make it clear I was unavailable.”

“Did it work?”

You turn to the Marksman, eyebrow raised. “Crosshair?”

He looks at you out of the corner of his eyes before looking back at Hunter. “They’ll leave us alone.”

“Good!” Wrecker grins as the bartender appears, a full tray of drinks in his hand. “Then let’s have some FUN! YEAH!”

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You’re all on your second drinks, belly-laughing at one of Echo’s gossipy stories about the Captain of the 501st before you excuse yourself for the restroom. The Batch watch you walk away before turning en masse to the Marksman.

“Alright, Crosshair, what happened?” Hunter asks, eyes intent on his brother’s face.

Crosshair moves his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other, glancing to make sure you were out of earshot. “They called her a whore.”

“They WHAT?!” Echo and Wrecker are on their feet.

Crosshair folds his arms and leans back in his chair. “Apparently that’s what the regs are calling her- the whore of the 99.”

Wrecker’s anger only subsides a little in his confusion. “What…What does that mean?”

“That she’s making it with all of us, that she’s OUR whore. Saying that’s why she won’t flirt with any of the regs.”

Tech relaxes, indignant but assured. “Well, I’m glad she had the chance to set them str-“

“She acted like it was true.”

Silence. For once, even Tech was at a loss for words. “She…she what?”

“That’s what she meant by ‘making it clear she wasn’t available’.”

Echo sits again in disbelief. “Wait, wait, she wants this rumor to continue?”

Wrecker looks around at his brothers, trying to piece this all together. “So, is that why you kissed her?”

“It stands to reason that if this were to work long term, we would all have to be ready to help her back up this claim," Tech muses.

“So we’d ALL have to kiss her?”

“I don’t think any of us are particularly opposed to that.” Hunter says quietly, looking at his squad. Each one turns red, only Crosshair keeping his head up.

“Stop that, it’s annoying,” he glowers.

Echo recovers next. “But sooner or later it’s going to come out that it isn’t true. We can’t be worried about play acting while we’re on missions with other squads.”

“What if we weren’t play acting?” Hunter asks pensively.

They all look at him blankly.

He sips from his glass. “What if she WERE ours?”

Wrecker’s mouth hangs open. Echo can only blink. Tech puts his chin in his hand, thinking. Crosshair silently stares at them all. No one objects. No one says anything.

“I know none of you would mind the idea- and I’m well convinced she wouldn’t either.”

Echo finds his voice. Barely. “Hunter, you can’t be serious. She’s in our SQUAD. She’s a SOLDIER. Command would never allow it.”

Hunter’s laugh is short and low. “We’re the Bad Batch, trooper- we’ve always done things differently.”

Tech speaks up from his musings. “Theoretically, this scenario works well- she wouldn’t need to worry about solicitations... and we…”

“We get to share the one woman we’re all attracted to without compromising or segregating our squad.” Hunter’s serious face gives way to a small smirk. “Even share her at the same time- on occasion.”

They fall silent as each member wrestles with their own excitement. Could this really happen?

“There’s no way she’ll go for this.” Echo quietly reasons. “One, MAYBE two, but not… ALL of us.”

Hunter stands slowly, finishing his drink in one gulp. “Only one way to find out.”

“Where are you going?” Tech asks, adjusting his goggles.

“Those regs are facing where she is- gotta help make it convincing.” He walks off towards the dance floor.

Echo massages his face in exasperation and disbelief. This squad was INSANE. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Nothing has happened yet.” Tech finishes his own drink. “For all we know, Hunter could be letting the spotchka do the talking…” He looks up to where Hunter disappeared. “Though, I, for one, hope it isn’t.” His voice is quiet, but earnest. The rest stay quiet, thinking their own thoughts, unsure of what to hope for and what to expect.

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You finish checking your reflection in the mirror, that kiss with Crosshair still on your mind. You had broken one of your rules- don’t seem to pick one over the others. You hadn't really MEANT to, it was just all you could think of in the moment. They probably accepted it for what it was- just a tactic, you were worrying for nothing. You groaned to yourself and massaged your temples. In your ideal world you knew how each of them kissed, how each one felt beneath your hands or in your mouth or between your thighs- but this was the real world. And you couldn’t bear the idea of picking just one. So you picked none. And that was just the way it was. With a resolved sigh and a wink to yourself in the mirror, you open the restroom door to make your way back to the batch.

Looking at the dance floor, you see the regs from earlier seated at the bar, watching the dancing throng. You roll your eyes, turning to head back to your table- but a hand lightly grabs your arm and pulls you towards the wall. Ready to punch, you make eye contact with…

“Hunter!” You lightly punch him in the arm. “Don’t DO that, I was about to deck you!”

He grins, pulling you in so you can hear him against your ear. “Didn’t think you would hear me.”

You smile. “That’s probably true. What is it? Did you come to babysit?”

“Kind of.” There’s something different in his voice. You notice his hand has moved to your back, that you’re pressed up close to him. “Crosshair told us about what the regs said.”

Your eyes were getting sore from all this rolling. “Of course he did.”

“He also told us you played along.”

“Yes, hoping it would spread to others. I don’t exactly RELISH fighting them off.”

“Shall we make sure they get the point?”

Confusion. Suspicion. “What do you mean?”

“You wanted it clear that you belonged to ALL of us, right?”

Small lightbulb. “…yeees?”

“Well then,” his voice was practically a purr, “shall we give them more proof?”

You pull back to look at him. Your mind is screaming at you to remember the rule you JUST TALKED ABOUT, but you can’t keep the suspicious smile from spreading across your face. “…If you think it would be a good id-“

He tilts your head up to him and kisses you, starting off light, gentle, but deepening with each wave. Maker, he was a good kisser. You slide your arms around the back of his neck, ignoring that inner voice and giving in to the moment. He lightly bites your bottom lip, swallowing your gasp before pulling your body into his. You barely manage to keep your tongue under control. Thank goodness his armor separates your bodies, or you might take it too far-

And just like that, it’s over, he pulls away slightly to smile down at your swollen lips. He glances up towards the bar.

“Looks like they got the picture.”

You laugh lightly. “Damn, Hunter, I think every clone in a 3 click radius got the picture.”

“Good. Then they’ll believe you’re ours.”

“Exactly.” He can hear a thrill in your voice, subtle, but present. He was right. He could feel himself pushing against his codpiece at the thought, emboldening him in his next steps.

“It doesn’t have to be pretend, you know.”

You turn to him, eyes suspicious. “Pretend what?”

“To be ours. You could be, all of ours. If you wanted to.”

You blink, unsure you heard correctly. “Hunter, have you had too much to drink?”

He smirks. “No, but I can see how you would think that.” He leans in again, his voice next to your ear to be sure you hear each word. “Just think about it, mesh’la. We have.”

They have? All of them would agree to share you? Excitement sends a thrill down your spine and through your core, making you shiver ever so slightly. Damn. You hate that he probably knows exactly what just happened, his sensitivity gives him such an annoying insight into your reactions.

He grins. Yeah, he felt that. “Ready to head back? Or could they do with more convincing?”

You swat his arm playfully, smiling as you push yourself upright. “You are a bad man, Sergeant.”

“Comes with the territory.”

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The rest of the night is as fun as you hoped- drinks, dancing, laughter, deep conversations, and late-night food, REAL food. No one mentions the clones from earlier, or what happened with Hunter and Crosshair- it feels like nothing’s changed. It isn’t until the end of the night, heading back to the ship, that a thought pops unbidden into your head:

What would going home be like if you belonged to them?

You imagine being pinned to the floor of the marauder, Wrecker holding down your arms with Hunter’s head between your thighs, screaming for him not to stop. On your hands and knees with Echo in your mouth, Crosshair pulling you back onto him, their breathe fast and shallow. Tech losing control while you’re spread out on his worktable on Kamino, teeth biting into your neck as he-

“Your Majesty.”

You start and look up the ramp to see Hunter smirking down at you, leaning on the doorframe.

“Caught in a daydream?”

You want to make an excuse of some kind, cover it up, but it wouldn’t make a difference- he’s picked up your heartbeat, pupil dilation, your pheromones- fine. You’re a medic. You can play this game too.

You walk up the ramp one step at a time until you’re face-to-face. You lean in slowly, hands on his chest. “YOU told me to think about it, Hunter. So I’m thinking about it. And tonight, I’ll think about it as long as I want to. And you. Can. On. Ly. Listen.”

You feel his heart skip a beat before attempting to pound its way out of his chest. You smile at a point scored right in his face. He eyes you up and down as you smirk and walk past him into the ship.

“Boys, I brought one more round as a nightcap- who wants one?” Your suggestion is met with cheers and laughter. Could it really get any better than this?

Apparently, yes, yes it could.

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Deal is a Deal

Tate and you decide to try something new sexually.

Pairing - Tate Langdon x Fem!reader

Words - 1.8k

Warnings - Smut, ice play, fingering (fem receiving), slapping, mirror kink (?), internet humiliation, shit like that

Requested by anon: I just want a rough Tate Langdon smut. I just want him to choke me and finger me and then fuck me hard with his hand around throat. I love your writings so much! I hope you are doing well!

Stepping out of the shower, you dry off your skin before wrapping your towel around your body and head into your bedroom.

Tate leans back on your bed, his eyes set on your phone as he scrolls through it. He said he had never owned a phone and you found it odd. It was 2021 and he never had a cellphone?

Ignoring him, you walk over to your dresser and grab out some clothes to put on. “Do girls like rough sex?” he asks randomly, clearly having found your Twitter account. You glance over your shoulder at him, an amused smile on your lips.

“I mean, yeah. I do, at least,” you reply.

“Like, being slapped and choked and shit?” he asks further, shutting off your phone and sitting up in your bed. You chuckle, his questions awfully funny.

“I guess,” you answer. He smiles, humming shortly to himself. “Well then…” he leads off, standing from the bed and walking to where you stand. He grabs your towel and pulls it from your body, leaving you naked. “Let’s try something new,”

You smile, his devilish smirk making you excited already. “Safeword?” you ask first, making sure there was one established. He thinks for a second. “Avalanche?” he replies. You nod. “If I say ‘Avalanche’, you stop immediately,” you say.

“Sounds good to me,” he comments. “Get on the bed,”

Nodding obediently, you get onto your bed. He grabs one of your scarves from your vanity and gets on top of you. He grabs your wrists and ties them together with the scarf before securing them on your headboard.

Stepping back to admire his work, he smirks as he sees you tied up and completely naked. He pulls off his own shirt, revealing his lightly toned body.

“Be right back. Down move,” he adds on condescendingly. He exits the room, leaving you naked and tied to the bed while he did whatever he had left for. After a few moments, Tate returns with a cup and a bandana.

“What’s that for?” you ask, seeing him set the two objects down on your nightstand. From what you say, the cup had nothing in it.

“No talking. You talk, I get to slap you. The same goes with moaning,” he quickly instructs, his newfound dominance taking you by surprise. Using the bandana, he leans over you and lifts your head up.

Staying completely still and silent, you let Tate tie the bandana over your eyes like a blindfold. Now, unable to see anything but darkness, you squirm on the bed.

You hear a shuffling like ice in an empty glass as Tate sits beside you on the bed by your legs. Your entire body jolts when you feel an ice cube being placed on your stomach. “Fuck,” you hiss through your teeth.

Quickly noticing your mess up, he slaps your face with medium force before you could do anything.

Keeping quiet, you bite on your inner cheek. “Better,” Tate comments, pleased with your silence after he had slapped you. He goes back to the ice cube and slowly runs it up your body, the cold stinging your skin.

The small, slowly melting ice cube slowly creeps up to your chest, rolling over your breasts and leaving a cold, wet trail in its wake.

Your breathing picks up, as does your arousal. Tate circles the ice cube around your nipple before moving to the other. “You’re doing such a good job,” he comments lowly, his free hand resting on your thigh so his fingers were teasingly close to your core.

He continues his teasing, your hands balled into fists as you try your hardest to not make any noise. Tate places the mostly melted ice cube in your mouth, allowing you to suck on it as he grabs a fresh ice cube.

This time, he trails the ice cube downwards. Your body tenses as he parts your legs from your thighs, spreading your legs open shamelessly. Tate brings the ice cube down to your thighs, running it in circles on both of your thighs.

After a few more moments of taking joy in how you thrash, Tate moves the ice cube to your cunt. A sharp inhale leaves your lips accidentally, only earning another slap to the same cheek on your face.

The pain sent shockwaves through your body, this slap being harder than the previous one. “No noise,” he says simply.

Trailing the freezing cold and slowly melting ice cube through your pussy, he focuses on rubbing your clit with it. Your body tenses yet again, a signal to Tate that you enjoyed it. After all, you hadn’t said “Avalanche” yet.

He chuckles at your apparent eagerness, more than turned on by how you reacted to the ice cube on your wet pussy. “You want more?” he asks, a subtle patronizing tone in his voice. You nod, still unsure if you should speak.

“You’re gonna have to use your words. I don’t understand pathetic gestures,” Tate teases.

“Yes, I want more,” you speak, glad he was allowing you to speak. But it was apparently a trap, given he slapped you again. This time on the left side of your face instead of the right. Maybe now the pain would be even on both sides.

“Come on, baby,” he says, no longer sitting on the bed. “I expected you to not give into my lies,”

Staying silent this time, he hums in satisfaction. “Better,” he approves. He grabs something else off of the nightstand, enhancing your nerves even more. Being tied up left you defenseless. Unable to protest anything Tate did.

Nothing happened for a few seconds, only making your breathing intensify. After a bit, you heard the sound of a camera shutter clicking.

You immediately knew what he was doing.

After the camera clicked a few more times, he stopped and removed your blindfold. “Now, be a good girl for me. Or…” he trails off, showing you your phone screen. On the screen, a tweet was open ready to be sent.

The tweet consisted of two pictures; both of your naked and tied up body. “I’ll be sending this out,” he finishes his sentence. You look at him, seeing that he wasn’t kidding. “Nod if you understand,”

You nod frantically, swallowing thickly. He smirks, setting your phone down on the nightstand before moving his attention to the scarf that kept your wrists bundled together.

He unties you from the headboard but keeps reties your wrists behind your back this time. He sits on the bed behind you, pulling you into his body so that you were resting with your back flush to his bare chest.

Tate points loosely at the body mirror in front of you guys, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Watch yourself as I touch you,” he instructs, pressing a kiss to your cheek as your eyes meet in the mirror.

Trailing his hand down your body, his hand reaches your pussy. Keeping your eyes on your own reflection in the mirror, you fall back into his body as he runs his finger over your clit.

Your entire body jolts, but you manage to keep silent due to his instruction and ultimatums of slapping you if you misbehave. Without warning, he pushes two fingers into your cunt. Your fingernails dig into your palms, your hands pressed into Tate’s hip as they remained tied.

Subtly, you try and pull your hips back due to the pain of his sudden intrusion. “That little move counts as misbehaving,” he says, his lips grazing your ears as he whispers.

Your eyes jump onto his in the mirror, giving him a brief nod as you returned to your prior position where your hips were relaxed. He starts moving his fingers inside of you, causing you to slam your eyes shut so you wouldn’t moan.

“Open,” he instructs vaguely, his free hand coming up to wrap roughly around your neck. You open your eyes, looking at your disheveled reflection in the mirror.

Moving his fingers quicker, he prods at your g-spot while mixing both a “come here” motion and moving his fingers in and out of you. You shake in his arms, your head resting on his shoulders as you watch yourself in the mirror.

“Look at you, being so good,” he praises, his dark eyes falling onto yours in the mirror. Your fingers manage to grip the waistband of his pants even if your hands were tied up. He chuckles at the minor movement. “Such a good little slut,”

Tears form in your eyes, unable to handle the pleasure that plowed over you in these intense waves.

You were inches from cumming when Tate slowed his movements. “Did I say you could finish?” he asks, the question clearly rhetorical due to his prior instructions. “No. I didn’t. So that means you don’t,”

With a submissive nod, you relax even further into his arms as his fingers move to your clit. His free hand stays secure around your neck, squeezing the sides with enough force to make your breathing go rugged.

Rubbing circles on your clit, he takes pleasure in the way you thrive pathetically in his arms. He had never done anything quite like this and he enjoyed it. Maybe not as much as doing other things, but it was rather fun.

“You have to ask to cum. So, that means to cum, you have to be slapped,”

Internally, you groan at his words. Continuing to hold out on your orgasm, you try and delay it best you can. That was until he pushed his fingers back into you and used his thumb to continue and rub your clit.

Giving up, you whimper. “Can I cum?” you ask, your voice breaking as you speak. The hand on your neck briefly lets go and slaps you. Hard. “Yes, you may,” Tate replies, his hand returning to choke you.

Your legs quiver as your orgasm ripples over you. “Fuck!” you cry out, only earning you another slap. You didn’t care anymore, though.

Tate fingers you through your orgasm, watching you shake in the mirror with great pleasure. Overstimulated, you wanted nothing more than to get him to leave your hypersensitive cunt alone.

But you still refused to say “Avalanche”.

Panting, you feel his fingers slow down inside of you until he had completely stopped your movement. He watches you in the mirror for a second before moving from behind you.

You lay back on the bed, your eyes meeting him as he stands beside the bed, your phone in his hand. He clicks a button and you heard a ‘swoosh’ sound affect. Tate looks down at your defenseless look and grins.

“Sent,”

“No!” you try and protest, but you were still tied and over all, truly defenseless.

He shrugs, tossing your phone on the dresser carelessly as if it wouldn’t break. “A deal is a deal, baby,”

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